ShivAllahSita sutra 53

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Peace can only be manifested in society when there is peace within the

human heart.~Father Bede Griffiths

Did it begin under that firstRiver-fed waterfall in Konya,the

remembering of this Lovewe were born into each and every birth?For

sure, this began in some other timeso far and further back than

time,before time had a name or could be "called" into form."Time is

on our side, Yes it is." So spake the Stones.

Jesus said the very earth would cry out in Love.Ha! We bring into this

Dance even the hippest sounds,the current whispered lingos seem to

work

in everything we ever try to do.For we are timeless and agelessand

there has never been any, any separationexcept that which we

ourselves constructedto make the Game more interesting to play.Along

the Ganges with Trailanga Swami,we floated blithely in apparent

Ecstasyof one another's exquisite Loveliness,

hovering,lifted above the Sacred Mother

like a Holy Shadow blended,touching the edges of Infinity,

Infinite Love's wavesat the river's shores rolling nowhere,

everywhere at once!Crossing the rivers around

and abounding in California,the Yuba and the Feather found usstanding

inside the same Mother's Deep,

Cold, Blue Body.

Splashing into and out of the Void,

primal, blue and otherwise,striking lightening left us lifted

and we trembled in Awe at the Awesome One.A Friend held us open inside the Heart,

the Sacred Heart left washed in red

on Convict Flat's stones,leaving that imprint guiding Home,

given to Love again and again.

We say they were friends of an Avadcoot,

seeing inside the dawn with Sri Goosam,

Bobbysattva and Maziemata are mere pinfeathers

preening the body of God by pressing close,

by closing down the world

by pressing closer than the skin.

Souls, spiritus magna manna are marvels even now.

Brothers and sisters, these birds of Bhava...

We say they are our friends in God.

Messiahs in marvelous plumage,

with reed-feet, green valleys flourish there,

entire universes undulate in the wing-lift

of a white seagull.

Slipping into a radiant blue performanceof rippling light moving

beneaththe water's body of the Martinez straits,we held our breath

effortlessly

for what seemed like aeons.Swimming inside the Heart

of bird and beast and man...

we took on an angelic rapturous smile,

ecstatic, we slipped away into bliss. Suddenly,in some

incomprehensible closeness,we leapt up and into a higher vault

of Blue-Beingness, licking along

in God's Sweet Springwater,swirled in this Sea

of our ever-widening,

rippling-dappling,

miracle-mating-meeting,we beheld our forms entering

another form of formlessness

informing as Ever-New Joy -

Love as reality in Bliss.Into the sky of our breath

we whisper in the last Hurrah,the Last Laugh into the Beloved'sGrace-filled Pool of Mirth,

the Birth of Hilarity,of the utterly abandoned,

lost in full-throated Laughter,across the NightSky emblazoned Bright,

Bright-Breathingof Evermore

and Nevermore,

we became everything infinitely unfolding

as every level of consciousness.What a slipping from the worldof all

the rivers running wild in us.Behold, see this Love exploring an

Endlessness,Bursting Love-Blossoms,

careening and colliding,committing every Act of Lovemaking

Light can ever Do or Be.

Love riots in Itself.

The Heart goes Mad with Happiness.Somewhere across the face of Existence

there is a handprint,a Handprint overlaid,

splayed across the Pulsating Heart of Aum,Inside the very Core of the Beautiful

Beloved One's

True-Heart.And it has twenty fingers

and two wrists and One Skin.One Soothing Adoration Embrace

and Touching of Love upon the Beautiful,

upon the Radiant Heartof the Beautiful Beloved One.

This One Loves to be us near or in water.Ahhh, Yes my Darling,

it's all in way the river flows.

It flows where it will.

And Baby, Baby, that's the thrill

the Thrilled One spills out in! ~Mazie

Unceasing Remembrance is a Gift From GodRemembrance of God is something that

God Himself grafts upon the soul.

But the soul must also force

itself to persevere and toil. Work, making every effort

to attain the Unceasing

Remembrance of God. And God, seeing

how fervently

you desire

it, will

give

you

this

constant

recollection of

Himself.~Theophan the Recluse, "The Art of Prayer"

Your Holy Spirit Illuminates with Light

like the Sun...Darkness is not dark to you.~the Book of Psalms, Hebrew Bible

Genuine compassion can arise when we come up against our own

boundaries and perceived limitations: we wish to be loving, but find

that we are not always so.We wish to be the manifestation of radiant

light, but find that we are often groping in the darkness.We wish to

share in the conversation of truth, but find instead our own

fraudulence. However, instead of blaming ourselves, we can begin to

see that that is what all of us are facing, and we can begin to have

some true empathy for our mutual embodied condition.We see how

challenging it is to be true.We idealize peace, but sometimes

discover we've suppressed a lot of anger. We aspire to unconditional

generosity of spirit, but then become aware of our reluctance to

abandon certain deep-seated beliefs about the way things should be.

Real compassion is about welcoming the discomfort of those feelings.

It is not about being 'cool' so that those emotions go

away.Compassion doesn't come from perfecting the act.It comes from

recognizing the 'actor.'We look at ourselves and don't always like

what we see.This is where the search begins - all over a simple case

of mistaken identity. If we want to become truly free, we are going

to get repeated opportunities to face this, and they are often going

to come from relationship.Our ideas of purity are often just ways to

avoid all of that messiness.When we begin to live in honest

relationship, we give up trying to control outcomes and

circumstances, and instead permit all of life to flow, unobstructed

by our conditional beliefs, ideas, and assumptions about ourselves

and others, until we recognize at last we are life Itself, and rest

in this true Compassion.Then it is not a matter of what is seen or

not, what is achieved or not - it becomes a matter of submitting to

the humility of our own present heart, and allowing that exquisite

music to fill the universe."~b

>From the Fount of His Knowledge

has my Light shot forth; upon His wonders

has my eye gazed. ~Psalm of the Teacher of Righteousness,

Dead Sea Scriptures, T.H. Gaster

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

A song of praise without equal. As the honey distills from the comb of the bees,

And the milk flows from the woman that loves her

children;

So also is my hope on Thee, my God.

As the fountain gushes out its water.

So my heart gushes out the praise of the Lord

and my lips utter praise to Him, and my tongue His psalms,

And my face exults with His gladness

and my spirit exults in His love

and my soul shines in Him:

And reverence confides in Him;

and redemption in Him stands assured:

And His inheritance is immortal life,

and those who participate in it are incorrupt.

Hallelujah.

~Book of the Odes (Odes of Solomon): Ode 40

Put away all voices and sounds all images and likenesses. In stillness

and peace in this unknowing knowledge God speaks in the soul and

becomes fully expressed there. Pay attention now to exactly where

this birth

takes place: This eternal birth takes place in the soul

totally in the manner in which it takes place

in eternity,neither more nor less.

There is only one birth -- and this birth takes place in the being and

in the ground and core of the soul. 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

LoveEternal.

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