MicroCosmosis

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Dear Friends,

Today on the ride to Fortuna, curving along in

the car against the mountainside's largesse,

traveling happily and yackingly through

these exquisite and gigantiatic Redwoods,

we continued a conversation that we'd been

having off and on for moons, about the microcosmicae

and the minutialium of the manifestation of God,

Love, This Whatever It Is. Our joy and awe at

capturing on film, these teensy-tiny, itty-bitty

eye-in-triune-sighted sentience, and seeing

it on the bright page in detail, up close and personal,

it bursts the Happy Heart with delight at the sight.

Some don't often look beyond the apparent, the

obvious and slow down and kneel, kneel and look at

the intricately detailed, Light-created God-faces

glowing in showmanship that cannot be upstaged

by anything's greatness of size.

According to the buzz of our tiny friend's

energy-zizzle, that these tinys are living in

such obscurity amidst the Land of Giants,

the "normal-sized" Exquisiteness of Yes,"

the Redwoods who watched on as time marched

by with men buried beneath their arms of green, long gone to

the Sky of Light, it is their explicit Delight to share

that the snare of their Heart is imparted by the sight

and the glory of their simple tiny little friends who

must be bent down to to Breathe in their Divine and

Fragrant Lightedness.... and I go brighter with the

memory of being an alpine blossom, caught in the winds

that send mountains into sand... and feeling the Hand

of Love Itself lift me and carry me to the Sea of Light,

to the Heart of Minisculosity Itself... God Self Heart

as infinite smallness beyond comprehension. I Live in

the Dream-Heart of all these Beautiful Beings shimmering

in the slipstream of consciousness being all things

Micro-Mysterious and Mellifluous in Miniature-Melody -

One tiny, little, miniscule face can erase the fear

that has adhered so tightly to our night-clad heart,

and in that "lightening" of Beingness,

all things bow down to the bowing down,

and I am the Totality of the Ground of Existence,

expressed entirely in a tiny, tender insect's

bug-heart beating to the rhythm of Surrender.

Ecstatic Rapture - captured by a Lilliputian Lover!

As we were discussing and uploading the newest

pictures from my morning walk, suddenly it struck me --

NOW! Oracle now and watch how Beloved likes to Play!

I reached over and picked up the book,

took one breath and opened it up...

Here then, is the Friend's pick unpicked,

offered up in Oracle-Amour - for Love Alone -

http://www.1heart.us./gallery/album44

http://www.1heart.us/gallery/album45

Click on slideshow in upper right hand corner.

3. The Superabundance of Ordinary Being

"Love is not love that doesn't love the details of the Beloved,

the minute particulars. Judith and I were in Pammukalle,

Turkey, an ancient roman bath with a museum, and around

the side, attached to it, is a shed called the Museum of small

findings. Shards of pottery, coins, fingers and toes of statuary,

just as the sign says. The guard at the door, the host, is a smiling,

genial man about four-feet two-inches tall, no taller,

and no pun intended."

Mazie here... Alrighty then, before I finish typing out the piece from

the book, "Rumi: the Book of Love," I want to

share yet another mirth-milieu'd moment:

( to further indicate the Grace of synch-think,

today I was reading an article in a book I just

received in which Billy Barty, the small midget

who played a part in a Waltons episode called,

"The Carnival," is discussed and interviewed,

picture and all.) Okay, teehee, and yet okay again,

I undigress and proceed into the Heart of the Seed

of Sublimity of Surrender, the story of our

marvelous gifting in and of "Minutia/Microae") --

Barks, continuing on: Wherever we go now we

do small findings, to make sure nothing goes

unnoticed, or gets left behind.

Love is the connection with spirit, and one way

it flows is through form. That's the state of rapture

Rumi praises, the joy of being inside an intersection

with the divine, which is what this world is.

"Truly being here is glorious," says Rilke in the

Seventh Duino Elegy, and in the Ninth,

Isn't it the secret intent

of this taciturn earth, when it forces lovers

together, that inside their boundless emotion

all things may shudder with joy?

This resonant tremblings of the earth with lovers,

is the superabundance of being, a phrase from

Rilke in Stephen Mitchell's translation.

Rumi walks the granary amazed like an ant,

small findings the given.

~ Coleman Barks, "Rumi: The Book of Love."

The Road Home

An ant hurries along a threshing floor

with its wheat grain, moving between huge stacks

of wheat, not knowing the abundance

all around. It thinks its one grain

is all there is to love.

So we choose a tiny seed to be devoted to.

This body, one path or one teacher.

Look wider and farther.

This essence of every human being can see,

and what that essence-eye takes in,

the being becomes. Saturn. Solomon! (Squash-Blossom!)

The ocean pours through a jar,

and you might say it swims inside

the fish! This mystery gives peace to

your longing and makes the road home home.

~ Rumi: the Book of Love

This Is Enough

Aphrodite singing ghazals. A sky with

gold streaks across. A stick

that finds water in stone. Jesus

sitting quietly near the animals.

Night so peaceful. This is enough

was always true. We just haven't

seen it. The hoopoe already wears

a tufted crown. Each ant is given

its elegant belt at birth. This love

we feel pours through us like a giveaway

song. The source of now is here!

~ Rumi: The Book of Love

Birdsong, wind,

the water's face.

Each flower, remembering the smell:

I know you're close by.

~ Rumi: The Book of Love

(Sometime I'll try to explain the strange and wonderful

phenomenon of Fragrance that appears to be a gift.

Experience has a fragrance... and not like you might imagine!

Experience Itself, that which is This that experientialness

overlays and colors as each soul's painting-motions, emotions

and reactions, actions and all of the movements made...

overlay upon ExperienceItself.)

4. Sudden Wholeness

"In this love kingdom there's a windy blowing

open of windows. Spring! Sounds of talking sprout.

There's a picnic by the river. Identity is music, and

poems are rough notations of the melodies.

This station gives the lover glimpses of a

spirit-wholeness running through the apparent chaos,

a rightness that weaves a pattern the lover sees in

the dissonant and daily.

Here is the auspicious beginning. Kindness stands

in the door. You walk out together like the Zen

master Basho moving around Kyoto pining for Kyoto.

The phenomenal and the numinous grow identical.

The world you see, together with the poem, both are

intensely alive inside each other with revelation and

suchness. That's the feeling in the region:

continuous seasonal epiphany, grief, elation, whimsy.

Even in Kyoto --

hearing the cuckoo's cry --

I long for Kyoto.

~ Basho

This Market

Can you find another market like this?

Where, with your one rose

you can buy hundreds of rose gardens?

Where, for one seed you get

a whole wilderness? For one weak

breath, the divine wind?

This moment this love comes to rest in me,

many beings in one being.

In one wheat grain a thousand stacks.

Inside the needle's eye, a turning night of stars.

Pattern

When love itself comes to kiss you,

don't hold back! When the king goes hunting,

the forest smiles. Now the king has become

the place and all the players, prey,

bystander, bow, arrow, hand and release.

How does that feel? Last night's dream

enters these open eyes. We sometimes make

spiderwebs of smoke and saliva, fragile

thought-packets. Leave thinking to the one

who gave intelligence. Stop weaving,

and watch how the pattern improves.

~ Rumi: The Book of Love

LoveAlways,

Mazie & b (a special and very grateful thank you to

Bob the BeautifulOne for taking the time and energy

to upload and download and tote a load a time to

get these ittsy-bittsy beings of bhava-brevity

bouncing through the cyber-waves to wave

"Hey! You! Down Here! Here be Me,

LoveInLittleness, Ya know, GOD in the bod

of ant grinning back at what's grinning out now,

grinning in OneMirth at me!")

http://www.1heart.us./gallery/album44

http://www.1heart.us/gallery/album45

Click on slideshow in upper right hand corner.