ShivAllahSita sutra 54

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If one is seeking forgiveness for the past,find the place where the

past seems to existand realize that it is of the same nature asempty

space.If one looks and sees nothing when staring into space, and then

with mind observes mind, notions of the past are annihilated,

forgiveness is granted, anddark clouds of guilt evaporate in thesky

of mercy.The mind that clings to nothingresumes its natural

disposition.Springtime, behold colorful blossoms miraculously

sprouting on bare branches.Autumn, leaves wither and decay throughout

the forest. When the tree roots are severed,where can birth and

deathalternate? ~b

 

There is a Secret One inside us;the planets on all the galaxiespass

through His hands like beads.That is a string of beads one should

look at withluminous eyes…

…So, plunge into the truth, find out who the Teacher is,Believe in the

Great Sound!Kabir says this: When the Guest is being searched for, it

is the intensity of the longing for the Guest that does all the work.

Look at me, and you will see a slave of that intensity.

~Kabir by Robert Bly

 

That secret sound inside us is the murmur of an echooriginating in the

samelonging that birthsplanets, galaxies,luminosities.Plunging into

it,Hosts and Guests,Masters and Slaves,vanish in the intensityas if

they never existed at all.Try to follow it, and you will do the

same.~b

 

The smallness of beingin this largesse of God's Grace,it takes a giant

Mindto even understand the dynamics of this.And this i is not a lake

of Knowing,not a pool, not a pond, not a river.it's just a small

puddle that formedfrom a Handprint of the Beloved One.When the

Beautiful Beautiful decidedto make me into Wine, oh the crushing!The

grapes were too green it seemed,but He said, "No, we need this." Say

what?!What possibly could a bitter round clumpof unripe ideas and

unformed concepts offer?For the poignancy of wanting to become

Wineeven before the grapes form inside the Vineyard.That's the

Sweetness that imbuesthe Fragrant Cup of This Song for God.it's in

the longing for Unionin which Union will occur. It must be

Wanted,Wanted more than breath,more than blood flowing, more than

even Life.There is nothing less that will moveThat One to Look our

way.Beloved wants it All. Everythingand nothing less than That

giving.Emptied out of long ago mistakes,old ways of vinting up the

Red and White,There begins to appear a rose-colored,and then a pale

amber liquid poolingin the well of the Heart, in the cup of Love.The

Draft of Love is such a heady Onethat It Sweetens even the Goblet it

sits in.Breaking the wineglass spills more than just Wine.The entire

Soul-Wound slips across the Room and stops.The wound is being healed

with each successive drink.So as the Winey, Savored, Flavored Heartof

Love and God is sipped really slowly,The Essence of Smoothness is seen

in the Face,startling, it appears as a blush, a Soul-flush.Seeping

into every crack and crevasse of worries,This Holy Wine is the hair

of the Dog that bit us.It lifts the head into Clouds of Blue and

Violet,regales the Mouth with sweet memories of swallowing Light.And

the Symphony of Flavors breaking open in the Reddest,in the

Ruby-Kissed, the Brightest Spot in the Heart,it's That center Point

of Stillness and Stopping Glances,It's That place where we meet again

with Shams and Mevlana,with Hafiz and Lalla, with Attar and Sanai and

Saadi.The Deepest Sphere of Rippling Bliss as Blue echoes,That's

where we talk with these Sacred Beingsof the Sacred Heart of the

Solemnity of Jesus,and the Sudden Cacaphony of Scattered

Laughter,That's the Mystery of this Heart-Wine, It suddenly

Sobers.Sobered into Sobhet, Cavortedinto Conversation, with You,i

begin to See a myriad of Moonlit Movement,of moving Scenes and Sights

speaking in Symbols.The Symbolic Signing of SweetHearts into the

Moment,and the Beloved Maestro asks for the signal to Begin.The

signal is the Sound of any Heart approaching Joy,approaching a deeper

sense of Bliss and Utter Giving Up.There is some kind of Wine that has

no Color and no Scent.It's made from a Heart that has left the world

for Love.And in that giving up everything,That emptying out of all

the hopes ever hoped for,and delivering back to God every dream ever

held as dear,The Soul of the One who always cried for the Beloved

Friend,is Sent into a Paroxism of a Parodyof the Shining Self

becoming Something Other,Some THING Other than a smallness of ideas

about Wine.Some Immensity of Love's Opened SpaceSkyHeavenHeart is

Seen.Seeing That God-Blue that has no equal, and even,and/or another

other, so Cooly You, as The Blue of Huuuu...The last Lift into the

Mystery of WineBliss Kissingis revealed inside the sparkling bubbles

rising Up.Each tiny orbed greeting, rounded and liftedfrom the

Effervescent One floating Free as Freedom's Falling,breaks open and

the inside is out and the outside is in.And this Bursting of illusion

and delusionabout the Tavern-Keeper and What he sells and gives

away,It simply leaves a residue of Some Flower's Fluttered

Petals,that turned to Wine. Every speck of the surface of the

Soma-Juice,It's covered with an endless field of Daisy-Chains,and

papier-mache figures of Ixnay and some forms of Yah,and so many other

multi-dimensional plumes of lumens.We must leave this Tavern and this

Garden walled up inside.There is a Parade going by and this

drunknenessis getting so old. Someone has left the Door opened,left

the Key and the sledge-hammer just lying in the present.So entering

into the last Wine-Drinking Judgement Day,What a grand surprise to

find that we never left the Vineyard!We never left the purpled skins

we had around us,We never lifted off and left our twigs or

muskiness,We never let a single worm get into the clumping

sweetness.We never even allowed a single, not a one,no tiny green

grape to pass our Mouths.Somehow we Knew that We were the Brut to Be

soon born.Somehow we knew that if we drank upany of the Wine of

Selfishness, as green-greed,took a swig, a single sip of its

Transcendence not given yet,we would miss the Holy-Harvest and be the

Chaff forever blowing,be the Chaff and be forever blowingin some

Lonely Wind of Self-created Forgetfulness.What's the use of anything

this silly poem says to you?It makes no sense and in that

senselessness,we find Perfect Blending succor from Such Grapes,Such

Sweet Orbed ones with a Soul that stirs,that stays ready for God's

Kind of Crushing into Bliss, blows,into a New Kind of Blessed

Beloved's Beautiful Wineof Unconditonal Love Floating across this

Mauve and Red,Simply stilling the Hushed Creatures we hold at bay

each lifetime.An entire Drunk-tank is being set free tonight!Come and

meet them at the Jailhouse doors being opened!You must Know by Now

that the Doors to jail and freedom,they are both carved and hewn

inside your Own Heart. Open them!

~Mazie

 

Metaphors are bountiful –perhaps this one will do:We seem born into a

prison.Everyone opens their eyes in a cell.Each cell is different,

but they all share a certain something –for one thingthey're all

cells.Some will try to beautify their cells,some will pound their

heads against the walls,some will even carve wise markings abouthow

the cell is not a cell, or evensuspect the Jailer is none otherthan

themselves.Who knows how or when or why,but a Key may slide

betweenthe bars one day or nightthat works just right.Locks tumble,

the door swings open –Free!At this point most such lucky inmatesbeat

a path right out of there, but now and thenan odd one stays to share

that Key –it just seems fair.One after another jailbird flies into

fresh air. All the while the prison guardscontinue guarding,

unaware.Once outside, it may occur to some thatthey were never really

bound, that it was just a bad nightmare from which they've finally

been spared.In the prison yard a rumor spreads about some fellow with

a key, but for most this prison lifecontinues onward, endlessly.Will

you be one who, tastingFreedom, turns their back andflees that hell,

or perhaps theodd one then who liberates thisone last cell?And what

is this "last cell" I speak of -- who or what's to liberate?Ah, Dear

Friends –if it could be said, I surely wouldn't hesitate!~b

 

....Namaste Beloved.Namaste to Onewho's saying Shanti,to saying Om Mani

in the many,Om Mani Padme Hum.May Shiva see your cow tonight.Jai to

You,and Jai to me.Jai to the Beloved One,Jai to the digambara,Jai to

the Sky-clad One.Scattering Light appears each morning,Nityanandaji

and Rosemary,happy, twinkling eyeseyeing You and i with Love.Bowing

to Jaganmatri,in the East, and in the West.Bowing to Jaganmatri,in

the North, and in the South.Kudos to Kalidasa,and meeting the Amassed

Laughter.Alas, we cannot hold onto anything...the river of Joy flows

ceaselessly,all eternity passes by in this moment.In no movement i am

moving in everything.Offering of Nothing Now,to the Empty Empty

Everything.Offering of EveryOne Everywhere,to the Abundant Abundance

of One.It's abundantly clear i'm not here, Dear.Nahhh, don't need a

"here" sphere.Partake in the spearing of time/spacewith the perfect

sight of our Paramgurudeva, Swami Sri Yukteshwarji.Palms folded for

Parvati,Hearts all akimbo for Dark Kali Ma,Darting Heart like Light

for Durga Mata,Undulations of Love for Uma Mataji.Utter Innocence in

doing this.One iota of God-bliss, ha!"You" could not contain

it!Dancing along the Laughterof the Divine Mother of the

World.Jagannath and Puri,the Center of the Universe.Deva, Darling

Deva, Light of Moons Aloft -We sail and soar, light on the silent

transmissionof Bliss that blues and breeze-like liftsaround the

fountain of the Sixteen Buddhas.The center of Jagannath is in the

Heart.The fountain of torrential bliss is Loving ecstatically,

calmly,without measure or reserve,no trying no denying,just this

now...Ohh. OmThen now, take up tantric testimony of torrential Bliss

again.Pondering Water Qualitiesbefore the goldighi, golden Koi

splash,splashing into flashbacksof when we were fish swimming in the

Sea,in the Sea of Cosmic Soup,in Everneverness.The Placidity of

Patanjali, it pleases.Vivikananda was an Aphorism in Form,he held my

Hand from Infinity for a minute.The Namaste Beloved,to Name the trace

of Space,where we are floating.Namaste Beloved Beautiful,Beloved

Beautiful One.Namaste my Love, my Lover in Light-Melding!O!

Acintya!O! Inconceivable Bliss!Embody Prapatti, O give me

Refuge!Fling me into Sarana Gati!O! the two stems of One

Knowledge!Twin-Souls on OneStem -Esteemed collegues in

Love.Surrendered spirit dna,surrendered physical dna,surrendered

brains and torsos,or moreso or less - whatever's best!Embrace me God,

Taste God!Let Me In! In me i let all in.i Light-bleed mySelf for

existence in this world. Namaste to this Day.Namaste Beloved.Turning

inward,the torrential Bliss is Unceasing.Om Nama Shivaya.Deva Deva

Darling.Govinda! Radha Rani!Reach into Love's Own Heart,and Be that

Sea-foam mumbling Shanti,be Shanti rolling Home.O Beloved!Namaste,

Namaste, Namaste...Endless Peace Breathes.~Mazie

 

Hello to One.Hello to Many.Hello to myself.Hello to what I still do

not recognize as myself.Hello to what falls in between.Hello to to

the Kiss of the Grace-Bestowing Queen.Hello to the fishes in the deep

blue sea.Hello to you and me.Having said that, I find there is nothing

more to say.Having said that, let me say this:Your Beauty makes me

weep.Your efforts to love make me weep.Your failure to love makes me

weep.Love makes me weep.I weep for love, and thereforeThere is

nothing more to say.Having said this, let me say thatI find you

irresistible.All of you.All parts of all of you.Even those parts.And

those too.And even your little names -I love them, and soI weep.Do

you see what I mean?Please explain it to me.What is this thing in my

chest?This thing that says hello, and then bursts into weeping.Nobody

has given me a straight answer.There is nothing that can be said

here.This is why I will say what I came here to say.I will say it

now.I will speak clearly,I will e n u n c i a t e.What stands between

us is only us.Take that away,and see what remains.Leave it alone,

andNow we are home.Try walking away -you'll walk into me.Hello!Try

standing still -you'll get stuck with the bill.Whoops!Hey!Namaste!~b

 

Your Holy Spirit illuminates the dark places of the heart of your

servant with Light like the sun. ~from a Psalm of the Teacher of

Righteousness, Prophet of the Essene Community, "The Dead Sea

Scrolls"

The rays of primordial Light that illumine purified souls with

spiritual knowledge not only fill them with benediction and

luminosity; they also, by means of the contemplation of the inner

essences of created things, lead them up to the Noetic Heavens. The

effects of the divine energy, however, do not stop here; they

continue until through wisdom and through knowledge of indescribable

things they unite purified souls with the One, bringing them out of a

state of multiplicity into a state of oneness in Him. ~The Philokalia

For the will to be free, it needs to let go and return to its prime

origin. For the intellect to be free, it must become naked and empty

and by letting go to return to its Prime Origin. We become a pure

nothing by an unknowing knowledge which is emptiness and solitude and

desert and darkness and remaining still. Think of the soul as a vortex

or a whirlpool and you will understand how we are to Sink eternally

from negation to negation into The One. And how we are to Sink

eternally from letting go to letting go into God. ~Meister Eckhart

Heart-struck,from this cliff moonlight falls with no place to

land.All eyes raised to the sky tonight will be grantedthe vision of

theirown future.When the moon was graced by the sun withsuch a sight,

it tumbled offits perch on Cold Mountain withnothing bothering below

to break its fall.I sit here now where the moon once grazed,gazing

sentimentally at the little mementos it kept to remind itself of

places it had once roamed –pieces of light from hearts like mine,

translated into small breathless poems, fondly foldedon the altar of

its suicide,awaiting a fire that will now never come.~b

 

everything keeps turning in.every single and plural and neuraland

pearled thing, everything and this,keeps turning inward...

moons, many moons agoi remembered moon being,

moon meaning.a wonderfulness of white light,a radiance of glowing

goldenlight-like, life-bright-whiterliquid flowing,flowing in,

everything is turning in.we hear the sound of Om,we feel the pullof

something so compellinglymagnetically,so

symphonically,harmoniously,heaven and hell all nothinglynot

anthing,but this moon,

this moon is the center of beauty,a grinding essenceof crushing atoms

singing,of all atomic spinning in,it brings the moment,it suspends

the momentinto every single moment,every moment ever lived,being

lived,and that will be livedon earth, in astral,in causal and beyond

the Beyondof the arc of invisibility,inevitibility,of a grand dark

entrance of blackackack and bright,and not this and not that,a

blackedness-blissedness,but not, and then, blessed,a blackling

orbitry,a coldness of the motionsof oceans and we are pulling,pulling

eternally turning in,as a being orbed being,ever turning into that

immortal portal of Love,spinning in,

and again and againthe primal brim is touched with love-lushness,and

the spill becomes the night sky dividinginto Two-Hearts,

Lotus-Hearts,two dawns bursting like fire into fire,coming in as one,

coming Home, then cominginto another multi-dimensional vortexof

heretofore unknown colors and sounds,a spaceless placeless

tracemaking its place among us known,and the unutterability of

Beingbeing the mooned moon beamand mind-bream swimming,and all of

this is such underness of water,and it is and it is not and we are

that,and we are not,and we are.

~Mazie

 

Friends,wander out of your room tonight and let your puzzled eyes lift

skyways.This moon ablaze willanswer any questions.Many hidden friends

aresilently illuminedby this kind Lover's glance –perhaps some ones

who wereforsaken, who could usea second chance.If you're feeling

lonesome, it is notthe fault of this moon!And yet, this moon can be a

secret ifyou've closed the window to your heart.Still, it will quietly

meander through the cageof your ribs, whileyour thoughts are

imprisonedelsewhere.Either way, words cometo an endrighthere.

~b

 

We Breathe in this Momentand we know we Are This That Is.We try to

breathe past this Nowor linger in yesterday,and the Moment is

swallowedby Maya's Sweet, Lush Mouth,that Dark and Sultry Tasteto

forgetfulness of who we are.What a world of Moonlight swimminghave i

done all my stupid sweet life!Bouyancy has always beenmy best

performance underwater.Such ease of breathing Inthe Water-Wonder of

You and swimming,and you are always swimming right along beside

me,sometimes, right Inside me!Such Mooned landscapesare seen under

this River!The Sky so Dark with Trembling,Longing for Our Love and

Flow,has forgotten to hold the Moon closeclasped to Her Charcoal

Breast,and Now the water we swim inis floating ripe with Moons and

stars.Wonderful Water-wheel spinningthis Heart into Crystal

Clarity!Washing along inside the merrimentof Laughing Underwater,

Hilarity!We have thrown the Nebulous Soundof Love's Mystery

Skyward,swept this entire riverbedof all its jewels and given them

out.Look into the next Dark Faceof the Night and the Moon's Love.I

swear, i swear by Jove and Allah,you'll see my Love and i there!We're

about to break the firmamentinto Pure Black Water Wells,Unfathomable

Depths of the Love,Love that's smolder-burning, underwater!It's

burning, churning, comet-coursing,crashing, and serendipitous!Why

wait for the Oceanto take you from the shore of life?Leap into the

raging Seaand dive into the Highest Wave Imaginable!Why wait for Love

to drown Your Heart,when You can take Love,You can take Love and hold

her under the Water,keep the Heart Wet.Wetness of Shimmered

mysterious Starfieldscolliding in a river.Slickly-sliding memoriesof

some California rivers being crossed.All of this is but a dream we

dreamedbefore we died in Love.The river? This Moment of Perpetual

Unfoldmentinto a WhiteLight,a Brilliancy of Brightnessso Stunning,

Red blossoms Again in Joy!Red for Passion! White for Truth!The River

of Bliss is this Love we aremanifesting into As We Are Now.Oh, and

now we fold up the tented visionsof rivers and Love and Such,and we

just stop peddling-paddlingall this Lover's Bag of Tricks!This world

is not thirsty enough to drinkfrom our River my Love, my

Heart!Splashing ever inward we just breakagainst the shore of every

heart.With this sweet crashing into Love's embrace,we take the world

with Us.Splish-Splash, we go Under One last time...

....Great banks of blackberry vinesline the walk winding down the

hill.In the middle of that thorny, tangledblossoming, roses bloom

like a red robe.The deepest, darkest, crimson rosesare spilling from

the center of that wildness.Sometimes our hearts are like that,a

thornfield warning wayfayers,warning the Lovely Beloved One

too,saying, "Don't come in here,don't come too close, we have

sharp,sharpest thorns to keep you all awayfrom ever plucking this

Heart-Fruit,from ever touching a single flower here.What a wonderful

dichotomy we all are!We divide our Heart into two camps of want.One

wants the Fruit for just its own feeding,the other one wants to feed

the entire world!One wants to offer blooms of Lotus-Love

everywhere,and the other wants to bury them in soot and ash.We are

surely the astronomical equivalent to the Moon!Half of our Heart is

Illuminated and the other,it sits and stares at the wall of

Darkness,not Seeing the Shine that Permeates everycurling, coursing

tenderness that flows there.Every time the Earth makes a full

rotation,and every monthly adventure it moves along in,the Blessed

Moon shows Her face of Love and Light.The Heart is like this, like

the rotating earth,and like the Moon of Love and Light that

appears,That appears when we turn back to the Light of the Sun.And

that Sun is Shams, Stewarts', Ed and Lin-Lin,

and God Yes, and all are the Beloved Beautiful One.When the Grace of

Love wants to wed two Hearts,She causes an Ineffable Luminescence to

start Shining.Inside the Inner Core of Bright's Fire-White

Lightness,the Beloved One lifts Her Hand and stirs the Flames.The

Flame of Love is fanned into an Inferno of Recall.That's the time

when Time sinks into the Idea and drops.Falling further into the

Mystery of Eternal Joy,the Ones with Love emblazoned in every nerve

and fiber,they begin to See some far-away Effulgence coming In.Washed

away in the Laughter of the Sea of Mirth Itself,Alone, Aware, the

Heart begins to capture the Echo of ItSelf.Stilled to the Depths of

Knowing that i Am You, and You, I,the breaking into such

Bliss-shuddering Sunder of separation,We Are given over to a Samadhi

so Stunningly Sublime,there is no more the need to even say another

word.

~Mazie

 

Tomorrow you and I will sit with my father.We will spend the afternoon

with him, perhaps for the last time. Perhaps not. God Is

Gracious.Linda will be there with us too, and Ed.Linda and you sat

with us when I sat alonewith my father Friday. There is so much I

couldsay, and there is so much I cannot. Everything is said before

the mouth opens.We mostly will be Silence, since that's mostlywhat we

are. Peace, ablaze. He asked us to bring cigarettes –he smokes Light

Camel Filters.Rosemary will be there, glad aboutthe Union of Jesus'

Loving Healingfiltered through the Light of all whogather here.

Praise. Lineage of Blessing.Always Present,never accounted for.

Spirit is indivisible, the Heart Is its own Proof.This is where we

live now --there is no coming or going.Mercy shared among

souls,Acceptance.Yes, we take the world with us,until it too is taken

by this Love Embrace.It is felt at the Heart.The Heart claims

Itself.We can speak openlyAbout it now bySilence.

~b

 

Seventeen years, three months, five days, seven hours and twenty minutes ago,

I witnessed the world disappear in blinding white light and then darken

as in replica of the long night of Saint John and Saint Anthony’s Souls, longing,

longing for the Beloved to come and replicate in my Heart as the sound of Om.

My father lingered in semi-presence, neither here nor there, but infiltrating

every cell in my body, every memory in my mind, every facet of my being

as he commenced to proceed silently and sacredly into Death’s Embrace...

I never tasted a moment more strikingly poignant and devastatingly Beautiful

than that precise moment when my Darling Father took his last breath.

We were joined in the coming and the going of God in our Love made manifest

as father and daughter, teacher and student, friend and companion, Beloved and Beloved.

The room that he communed with Shiva in became a shrine alive with Light.

I was taken to the precipice of Dawn on the breathing in and out of a dying man,

and on that edge of time and space I fell into a Peace so profound I lost consciousness

of this world, of the people around me, of the room and the smells and the sense of loss.

I became the consort of Shiva that autumn night when Daddy died.

I greeted him there when he passed from form to the light-imbued being of Beauty, set free.

Here in this world I wept at his sacred feet washed with the blood from my chuddar,

but in the other world of astral delight, I was the flight of color meeting his gaze with God.

Before the foundation of this world was set, we two, Robert, you and I, buried our fathers.

Before manifestation and in pre-existence we existed as Warren and Emmett creating

Golden children in the union of Love with Evelyn and Rosemary.

We are our kin and we come from the same kiln of Creation…and for the play at hand,

we will dream of birth and death and life and love and we will say yes to everything.

Shiva carries a ruby spear with three movements of Light – Tat Sat Om,

and they carry us Home covered in vibhuti ash and incense,

covered in nothing but Self-Illumination Illuminating the Bright Mind in OneHeart.

Beloved One, Darling my Heart, we will carry the mark of Mystery burned into Existence

through these eyes looking out at what looks back, and we are never hidden

from That Which Is.

As It Is, Now, now I understand why I cannot speak any further about this Mighty Kindness.

~Mazie . . . . .

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

.. . . . . . LoveAlways,~b

 

LoveAlways,

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