ShivAllahSita sutra 52

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This wonderful moment, the taste of nothing,

in the company of the poor and the empty.

I've made many elegant speeches to the assembly.

Now it's time to walk outside and be quiet.

Shams draws me to words,

then two days of silence.

~Rumi

 

Mystery's sound is whirling here,the sound thunder makesjust before

it's heardthe sound skin makesbeing shed the sound mind makesright

after thoughtthe sound this heart makesprior to its first beat,unable

to keep from smiling in the happiness of the sound Cold Mountain

makes,sailing on through endlessness,adrift in an ocean of

utterHospitality --Silence.

~b

 

This is no dream,reflection of a long path home,mirage in a mirror

outside in.Every star is sparkling brightwoven in the carpet of dark

night Each one is a rising sunshining on your wings of flight

into the centre of this heart.

~Alan Larus

 

He appears, an appearance of silver Luminata.Golden-culmination of

Love's entreaty being answered.Uplifting and redolent with an elation

of Jasmine,of night honeysuckle twining inside our memory of

Gethsemene.Olive sharpness-scented, looking inward at Jesus the

Christ in the garden.He stands alone and in his utter aloneness we

are brought together.Looking into the vaulted Vastness of Evermore,

he sees a crevasse.A wide-open splitting of this world and the next

is glowing red,is flowing like a whitened, Red-bright river to

Heavenly spheres.And He is stilled in That crimson pooling of all

Hearts in His.Whiter than the whiteness of his Lambed-Heart, the

liquid pearlsfrom His fathomless eyes spills out upon the earth,

springing wild,springing a gladdened gasp into a perpetual Springtime

in the Heart.What blooms from the tears of Jesus is beyond this world

or the next.Causal-created and dissolved into That,Jesus is the first

Soul sounding as Om,and Jesus is the last Soul Seeing God as He Is,as

every human and every form and every Heart of Love.And not even That

Infinitude of Truth is is the All of Jesus,is the fullness formed of

His Radiant, Fragrant Face.What a splendid Being of Luminata Light!

Jesus is the Fountain,the Irisdescence of Prism-faceted

Forever-Heart-Inward-Flowing.Beacon Blossom, Brightness of Knowing

Love! Be His Awareness!Aware of every Moment just as this - Love is

All there Is.Jesus Is the Pinnacled-Point of going Into the Heart,the

glittering of God in your Soul-Eyes. Look at Him!

See the Self Shining infinite…~Mazie

 

It's usually something,nothing in particular.This morning it's

everything –all light,all felicity.Come and sit with me,all are

welcome toshare thismystery.This gash of colorwill never be

splashedon the canvas of our visionin quite the same way again –we

say too much beforepaintings.Shhhh,Silence…..

~b

 

What appears as meandering mystery worldsamong lighted landscapesand

bending hidden river bends,is just a prelude view of the twistingthat

God is going to do with your delicate soul-rag.He wants to, has to

wipe His tears away,the weeping, wailing,water falling from every

Heart,and your sweetly-scented soul alone, will do.It must be some

kind of a,some kind magnificent bendiction to be,to be drenched with

God's tears, to bestained through and throughwith His sparkling

grief.I think that the way we are embroidered,how our souls are

stitched in Loveliness,that's what the Friend looks for to dry the

tears.But the real wonder, the most exquisite secret ever,is this:

The intricate threadingand brilliant colors chosen,they must always

appear invisible to other's eyes.Only God must be able to identify

this embroidery.Why is that you might wonder now. Do you?The thing is

this my darling,if every eye could see the sublimeand incredibly

breath-taking eventsthat mark your soul's journey,they could not bear

the Beauty yet,they could not bear the stunning Radiant Raiment

Spiritthat is your Love, that is Your Heart.A thousand, thousand

kindnesses,and maybe more,this is what is swirled into roses red,the

same amountof compassionate kisses given,this too is

golden-threadedupon your sweetest soul.This world and all the lonely

hearts,thy still continue, oh so utterly sadly,still the anguished

weeping, weeping.So, this my darling one, this is why, why,the

Beloved of all Hearts,the giver of all tears,the remover of all

sorrows,the infinite Merciful mercy bringer,the Majestic Grace of All

in All,this is why your most, most, mostexquisitely beautiful Soulis

necessary to dry the tearsof this world,this forgetful worldthat

still weeps,that still sleeps.Tomorrow morning,my dearheart, do this

-reveal that particular thread,that one beside the river.The one that

has the still-wet Hand,the still offered Grace,and let the world

see,let everbody see your tapestry Soul.It's more than enough

Beauty,fine enough to end the sorrow,to staunch the world's

tears.~Mazie

 

Miraculouslyout of breathlessnessbreath emergesworld appearsI amwe

arebreathless, deathless --now there is everythingjust as it has

always beenfunctioning in everythingliving everythingas

everythingonemoment to moment to momentplays as two,not-twoI place my

head on the edge of the clifffor us to clearly see --what we see we

are.What we seelooking back at us,doesn't fit in words.Between these

twono space existsno timeno hesitation –transmissionwithout

distance,the spaces between our wordsfill in any gaps. We live

there.These words of Love for all sentient beings –music trailing

behind the vanishing forms of us,crying YES!~b

 

Unconscious people read the scriptureslike parrots saying Ram, Ram,in

their cages.It's all pretend-knowledge.Read rather, with me,

everyliving moment as prophecy.~Lalla

 

D. If the mind is merely a shadow how then is one to know the Self?M.

The Self is the Heart, self-luminous. Illumination arises from the

Heart and reaches the brain, which is the seat of the mind. The world

is seen with the mind; so you see the world by the reflected light of

the Self.The world is perceived by an act of the mind. When the mind

is illumined it is aware of the world; when it is not so illumined,

it is not aware of the world.If the mind is turned in, towards the

Source of Illumination, objectiveknowledge ceases, and the Self alone

shines as the Heart.The moon shines by reflecting the light of the

sun. When the sun has set, the moon is useful for displaying objects.

When the sun has risen no one needs the moon, though its disc is

visible in the sky. So it is with the mind and the Heart. The mind is

made useful by its reflected light. It is used for seeing objects.

When turned inwards, it merges into the Source of illumination which

shines by Itself and the mind is then like the moon in the

day-time.When it is dark, a lamp is necessary to give light. But when

the sun has risen, there is no need for the lamp; the objects are

visible. And to see the sun no lamp is necessary, it is enough if you

turn your eyes towards the self-luminous sun. Similarly with the mind,

to see the objects the light reflected from the mind is necessary. To

see the Heart it is enough that the mind is turned towards it. Then

the mind does not count and the Heart is self-effulgent.~Ramana

 

Now begins the rippling out,wavelets and droplets and tiny

beadlets,the center sigh too deep, too deep, Oh God!Too all-mighty

far and far away too Deepto be contained in the tiny cup of a heart,a

miniscule microcosm, infinitely small,a tiny heart-bud cup, like me.

i.Waves wash away and back again,wash away and wash in again, in

againfrom deep inside an ocean, this Heart.An Oceanic Echoing like

Eternal notes of Poignancy!Lotus-heartbud unfurls fully,fern-like

leaning into the Sun of Love,ocean motions move so fluidly, the

tide.The Almighty Ride to Freedom's Falling, Lifting,The lift and

loft, the sublime soar, the roar!The Mighty Om is All=Pervading Peace

and then,the plunge inside again, silence.S I L E N C E . s i l e n c

eSomewhere in the center of a heart-storm,in the underbelly of a hen,

a mother hen,the Eye of Love is Opened Up.Wide-Eyed and fully One-Eyed

with a million eyes,Blind and blinder than blind, the blind of

blind,Seeing every face and form as You,Only You, Always Only You,

You, You, YOU, andthe swirled masses are dancing now,lightly blending

lights and laughter-birds,one whirled blending of sparks of Life,a

full flooding orchard of fireflies, formingLaughter Laughing, Love

Loving Love.Ultra-Extraordinary-Phenomenally, so and Such,What

Suchness of good fortune held my hand and said,Got down on Its knees

and looked in my eyes, saying,"How do you do? May I come in for a

Moment? Forever?"And I said yes. Dear God of Love! I said YES! Yes

Darling!Plunged down now, again, not again, yes, yes again, andand

the buzzing like lightening about to strike,the very thought of Him,

the storm's rising,the tide's rushing in and i am all wind and

foam,and I am all flash and zip! A sizzled sound! Zap!Calamity-clad

as Glad and getting Joy-Madas a Hatter by the Moment, and

thenCentered in the Moment that's always, alwayspresenting an Open

Window for leaping out,and i mean full-formed flying into the

Elsewhere, Where!?I know which way the wind's blowing,but i sure

don't know which way this river's flowingwhich direction the Doorway

Stands. Opened.i get that scent of where to go, what to see, so,So

now begins the rippling in again,Oh good God the whirlpool once more!

Whirledfrom the movement of Love's Hands,Those deep in All-the-Wisdom

of Love's Finest Hands.All this Pool of Light and Flooded moons,

Lifts,Alights inside my Own Mind, and then it does this, itPulls, is

Stilled in our Love's Throb, quieted by Union.The Incomparable

Sweetness of Our Closeness Stills All Movement,momentarily leaving

the window open to the Everlasting View.Only that very hazy line

moving like silver moonlightacross the water, moving like a Beautiful

Shadow, slowly,with just that last brushing touch of our Soulsgliding

through your Hearts like some forgotten memory,then we

disappeardisappearwhile openly singing in the Garden all night.And we

sing with everything that God will give us, likeElephants in silver

shoes, cups of blue berries, slightly tipsy.There are some lovers and

some mystics,some really lucky stiffs along the spine of time,who

drink enough Wine to see Us.They sometimes get a quick glimpse of

some season not named.Break into the Wine Cellar, crack the cork on

some Love Vintage there.Yes Darling, go into that reservoir of Wonder

and Drink Up.Ripple out along this poem's last notion being

positioned,and be the glint in God's Eyes, be that silly Gigglefrom

one glass too many of Our SweetWine, this New Vintage.Lift up the

cup, the bowl of Laughter, and say, "L'Chaim!"~Mazie

 

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