Llewellyn Vaughan-Lee ~ Winter

 

art Wendy Andrew 

 

 “This is a season of completion, when all that has been experienced in the abundance of form completes its journey, discovers its deeper significance. Without this space the sacred would lack a foundation. This is when we “take upon us the mystery of things.” We become the space where form and the formless meet, where the heart is empty and full and love opens the door between the worlds. Life and death belong together  in ways we rarely understand. Death is not just the end of the cycle of life, but a deepening of the journey. Completion is a realization, not just a conclusion.
And yet it needs an inner strength to fully honor this cycle of the sacred, to allow life’s book to turn to this empty page. We have to acknowledge that we are a part of a greater whole than we can imagine, a whole that includes the formless as well as the multitude of forms. Hopefully during the cycle of the seasons we have learned this strength—hopefully the sacred has taken us to this place where we are no longer frightened by the unknown.”

 

 

Seasons of the Sacred: Reconnecting to the Wisdom Within Nature and the Soul

 

 

Rumi's wedding night

 

 

 

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Nisargadatta Maharaj ~ Nothing but the Consciousness

 

art Paradox Aaron

 

 Who ? Which one ? What? When?
All these questions are conceptual pictures in Consciousness.
They are as real as a mirage or a dream.
The totality of the manifestation and all that it contains, is Consciousness, Uniqueness.
There is nothing but the Consciousness, not aware of itself in its noumenic subjectivity, and yet everything is perceived by It as a phenomenal manifestation that expresses itself objectively.
If you understand the deep meaning of this concept there is nothing else to understand.
What we think to be a phenomenal reality is nothing but appearance, an inconsistent shadow, while what we really are is Consciousness, formless Brahaman.

 

 

Baisao ~ Life as it comes

 

Making the busy streets my home
right down in the heart of things
only one friend shares my poverty
this single scrawny wooden staff.
Having learned the ways of silence
within the noise of urban life
I take life as it comes to me
and everywhere I am is true.

 

 

Jerry Katz ~ A simple life

 

To innocents,
From innocence.

 

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Sattva Lynn ~ Into the Arms of Intimacy

 

 artist unknown 

 

 A beautiful status just poured
through my heart -
however, when I used the
spelling mechanism
that appeared on here
to correct a mistake I had made

something happened,
and Facebook said:  
'Something went wrong...'
and the whole poem was lost.

And instantly, naturally, all on their own,
tears just started to pour from me.
And as I was crying I said to myself:
'It seems the tears mattered more than the status.'

In other words, the tears,
and what they represented inside
mattered more for my growth;
and even the growth of us all,
than the status I was going to share.

And losing that status was the catalyst
for something very Sacred:

*For, since it is happening,
it must be part of Sacredness.*

We cannot know all the reasons
that everything happens
the way that it does.

For, every drop of what happens
to me and everyone and everything,
is somehow perfectly intertwined
to awaken and thus, bless us all -
even if it does not always feel like a blessing.

And, we are going to
encounter personally,
and bear witness to
innumerable thoughts,
feelings, situations and happenings

that are going to seem painful,
to downright cruel or unbearable,
nonsensical, unjust -
to everything in between
or either extreme.

But, if we can...if we can reach inside
beyond all of that -
with great courage, and deep Care
for our own Well Being

to the deeper meaning and purpose
of why we are here:

to rediscover our true Self,
which is beyond suffering and pain,
since it is causeless and free -

then we are using this moment
for its intended purpose,
no matter what appears to be happening.

And nothing, nothing, but wanting to
approach this moment, our self, our Heart -

asking to use it and be able
to use it in the way,
Life, Wisdom, Totality would like us to...
will bless us all more.

Nothing will bring us more deeply
into the Arms of Intimacy, of Love,
than this.  🌿

 

 

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Ed Crowley ~ The Unknown Wanderer

 

The Unknown Wanderer
             abides in Equanimity 

                      Unmoved
               by the winds of joy
              or sorrow, the Sage
                   silently follows
                      the Way in
                    the calmness
                    of tranquility 

         fixing his mind steadfast,
       becoming one with change,
          he drops ‘self’ for “Self”

     The Sage observes seasons
     come and go and while others
       adjust to the different times,
       it’s all the same to the Sage,
       who abides as Change Itself 

               The sutras say,
           “To seek is to suffer.
        To seek nothing is bliss."
        When you seek nothing,
            you're on the Path

       The Unknown Wanderer
         is like Dōgen, who stated,
                “Do not ask me
              where I am going,
                  As I travel in
             this limitless world,
              Where every step
              I take is my home.”

              Thus every step
             is the Path for him,
            as he wanders and
           exists, to simply roam

                  Nonetheless,
           wherever you choose
             to abide and dwell,
                    will always
                 and forever be,
                   considered,
             my one true home 

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Amoda Maa ~ Invitation to silence

 

 
INVITATION TO SILENCE

Silence is ever-present in everything. It exists prior to all form. It is the groundless ground of being. You don’t have to go anywhere or do anything to find it, because it’s actually who you are.

Silence is the nature of your innermost being, and when you wake up out of the dream of mistaken identity, you discover that you, too, are in fact inseparable from this silence.

Silence is what is here when you stop giving your attention to the movement of the mind and stop following the thoughts “I need to find time for silence,” “I have to get away from all this business to get some peace,” or “If only I could stop the thoughts in my head.”

In seeing the illusory nature of this kind of thinking and the futility of all running away or running toward, you come to a full stop, and what is revealed in this stopping is the ever-present silence of pure being.

This full stop is not a head-on collision with something hard and finite.

Instead, it is open-ended: silence has no boundary, no landing place, no center, no location, and no reference point for where it begins or ends.

You find yourself in a new dimension of seeing in which awareness is recognized as the only fact of reality.

When this awareness falls back into itself and becomes rooted in itself, an unlimited unconditional silence is revealed at the core of everything experienced, whether it be the whisper of the wind or the thunder of a mega-ton truck on the highway.

(edited from Amoda's book Embodied Enlightenment)

 

 

 

 

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