ShivAllahSita sutra 11

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Become more and more acquainted with your body on all its subtle

levels, the fine vibrations which are really music, because when we

talk of things created, they are only vibrations, nothing else,

energy in movement and matter. In poetic language we can say the

world is created by music. As we are the world, the universe, all the

music of the universe is in our body.

~Jean Klein

 

By the violets in the watercressnew grass under the slender ashtrees

by the rooted-river spiderybankedge, I fold in with edible

lavenderbutterflies, each next each ina wandering myth of body, and

crows.

I do not know who I am,or ever will,

who invite friends to see a silo of memorywhose house is an empty plot

betweenan uncovered well and this othercylinder of poured concrete.

We go clumped together as a kind of a wayfor a while, then take our

single stemsaloof. Listening to musicin the dark I feel a great

sphere of violetsand water and grasses riding in the night betweenus

and the moon.

It cannot be looked at directly;

it's more elusive even than our fluttering stories

that leave a silky damp in the air.~Coleman Barks

 

"Soon I was engulfed in a swirling ocean of endless music.

Ravished by wave after wave of the most sublime melodies and harmonies,

tears were streaming down my face and the body was panting and swaying."

"Om Nama ShivayaJai Jai Durga Kali MaJai Jai Amba JagadambaJai Jai

Girija MataNamo Nama ShriNamo Nama Shri"

~Ananda Sky

 

16Passing the visions, passing the night, Passing, unloosing the hold

of my comrades' hands, Passing the song of the hermit bird and the

tallying song of my soul, Victorious song, death's outlet song, yet

varying ever-altering song, As low and wailing, yet clear the notes,

rising and falling, flooding the night, Sadly sinking and fainting,

as warning and warning, and yet again bursting with joy, covering the

earth and filling the spread of heaven, As that powerful psalm in the

night I heard from recesses, Passing, I leave thee lilac with

heart-shaped leaves, I leave thee there in the door-yard, blooming,

returning with spring. I cease from my song for thee, From gaze on

thee in the west, fronting the west, communing with thee, O comrade

lustrous with silver face in the night. Yet each to keep and all,

retrievements out of the night, The song, the wondrous chant of the

gray-brown bird, And the tallying chant, the echo arous'd in my soul,

With the lustrous and drooping star with the countenance full of woe,

With the holders holding my hand nearing the call of the bird,

Comrades mine and I in the midst, and their memory ever to keep, for

the dead I loved so well, For the sweetest, wisest soul of all my

days and lands - and this for his dear sake, Lilac and star and bird

twined with the chant of my soul, There in the fragrant pines and the

cedars dusk and dim. ~Walt Whitman

 

7.

When we are softened and opened enough to

accept things as they actually are, to

accept ourselves as we actually are,

the old conflict, the wanting

it all to be something other than

it is, subsides.

There is great mercy here.

One can allow the anxious animals to

move closer and huddle next to us --

all searching creatures of the daylight,

yearning for the welcoming embrace of

an eternal night.

Vastness pumps itself

through every bloodstream,

circling an oasis named

the heart.

The heart is the Abode of Bliss,

it has no boundary of flesh,

thought, feeling.

This bloodstream originates

in the same source as

anxious animals,

lovers, sense of

self.

The energy required to resist

and oppose is the same that

powers the contraption of clinging.

I left that rusting machine at the base of

Cold Mountain, near the river bank with

my uniform of reason, and now I float,

naked on the currents, dazzled by

the glinting streambed stones

passing swiftly beneath me.

~b

 

Before the Word was,

I was with You.

Moses knelt in my flaming Heart.

Having known Universal Mind

He descended my Body

to father Israel.

O! Israel!

I am Your Mother!

Isaiah ascended Mount Zion

And I am that pinnacle of Sahasrara

That dissolves away every teardrop.

When the Red Sea parted

My breast opened wide

And spilled out Amrita

Everywhere forever.

I sit in every Heart-Lotus.

Job tasted my BitterSweet Kiss.

Succor and devastation melded

As Paradox and Mystery!

Grace glittered

on tear-stained cheeks.

Bhishma met Job in the horizon

That can never be reached.

Beloved One I hold Your Heartbeat

Inside my LifeBlood’s Flow.

The Word vibrates from infinity –

Om was always the Sound

Of OneHeart beating.

Reflection has become

The Radiance Shining Eternally.

The mirror

Has swallowed itself.

Beloved, Beautiful One,

I have always been You.

We are no other.

Before the Word was spoken,

We Sang It.

Like the Moon we can only Glow

As Light speaking

And saying NothingNothing -

Abundant LightSpeak

of Nothing.

~Mitzvah

 

LoveEternal.

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