Guest guest Posted August 3, 2008 Report Share Posted August 3, 2008 Hi folks, hope you are all doing okay. This post may be a little long, so early apologies for that I have had a beautiful two weeks, with just a little emotional cleansing occurring. After about 2 1/2 years of K. running through me and a tumultuous time with incredible highs and horrendous dark nights, life has taken on a subtle niceness and everpresent beauty. Nadis are still opening up within me, and I dont know what cleansing still needs to occur, but I have landed in deeper and deeper peace and okayness. For me, this process is really not about the flashing lights and pre-cognition and all the phenomena; its about a resultant quality of being, that lies behind all experience, and which is tremendous gift and joy to experience. Its beautiful to begin to naturally experience connection, friendship, joy and love, and to be growing into communion with others. Part of my writing this is to shine a light to all those going through difficulty, resistance, connecting to the path of awakening, and so on, and just to know that peace and being is a worthwhile target and is possible, even if it seems far away and distant. The freedom is in letting go, and reflecting on where I used to be, I couldnt imagine that peace could be such a enormous gift. I wrote a poem recently which I feel captures a little of what its like to live from a state of peace, or rather, from a background peace in which all the variability of being human is given space to arise. Before the poem, just a word of thanks to for all he has shared. A large part of my journey has been to move beyond idealizing or idolizing anyone, towards accepting my flawed humanity and that of others, hopefully with some grace and humor. In that vein, I dont percieve anyone to be perfect, yet, the paradox is that everything and everyone is somehow perfect. With Spiritual teachers (and others who I meet) I try and use the advice of Ken Wilber, who says that he tries to understand another persons perspective better than they can, before he argues with them. My biggest progress in my inner journey has been when I have dropped my ideal of what I should be, and just tried to understand myself. The K. process has forced me to get real, and getting real allows growth to occur. Likewise with our teachers; when I drop the ideal of what they should be, and try and understand the wisdom they have to offer, all the while keeping an open and discerning mind, thats when I start to learn. Once i get what they are saying, then I am free to take it or leave it. So and others, thanks for getting out there and sharing what you have to offer; its helped tremendously in my journey. Unbound She has left. A startling radiant journey is on hold. Lovers wait, separate, apart. Something happened. Colors. Colors shone. Colored sunlight shone in lovemaking. Velvet red lips quivered against snow white skin, aching, hungering for the warmth and strength and force and immaculate gentleness of love making, making love, made of love, laughter. Basking in our private sun, waves rose and broke and retreated back down the shores of our bodies. Each time I surrendered to the undertow, breathing my heart into her heart as she sucked me in, down, under, down, around, into her, back into her. She is gone now. She left on plane and flew far away. Storms and thunder lashed the city yesterday. Animals sheltered in corners with wide shocked eyes. Windows rattled, trembling against the wind. I was still among the storms. I lay in bed at dawn and received the offered sky. The sky turned to light and then rain and light again, and I was still, unbound. With her I am free. Without her I am free. I am unbound, unbound in a love that knows no opposite, unbound in a love that shines before, during and after, that's always, always shone. Oh, when I listened to the storms rumble across the sky, how beautiful to know that I am no longer the thunder or lightning or immaculate sunrise. I am the sky, unbound by love, empty, clear. I used to fight to hold the sunsets, Or hunger for the pale shade of purple at angelic dawns. I used to fight for my chains of beauty, tempestuously raging against the dying of the light, forgetting I was the naked sky, hating the night. Wake up! Awake! Rise up from your slumber! Drop your shackles; release your fight She is gone for now. The fight is already released. Sunlight has faded and dusk has drawn her coat across the land. I go lovingly into the night, stunned by peace, stunned by stillness. Grace is with me. Grace has always been with me, asking me to remember that I am the sky, unbound. My hands rest opened, receiving, receiving, Again, again, today, tomorrow. Maybe my lover will return. Maybe not. Coming and going, into stillness, out of stillness, stillness remains, unbound, everpresent. love and peace Bruce Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 3, 2008 Report Share Posted August 3, 2008 Very nice Bruce... thanks for the words... Blessings... Paul -------------- Original message from "bruce_oom" <bruce_oom: -------------- Hi folks,hope you are all doing okay. This post may be a little long, so early apologies for that I have had a beautiful two weeks, with just a little emotional cleansing occurring. After about 2 1/2 years of K. running through me and a tumultuous time with incredible highs and horrendous dark nights, life has taken on a subtle niceness and everpresent beauty. Nadis are still opening up within me, and I dont know what cleansing still needs to occur, but I have landed in deeper and deeper peace and okayness. For me, this process is really not about the flashing lights and pre-cognition and all the phenomena; its about a resultant quality of being, that lies behind all experience, and which is tremendous gift and joy to experience. Its beautiful to begin to naturally experience connection, friendship, joy and love, and to be growing into communion with others. Part of my writing this is to shine a light to all those going through difficulty, resistance, connecting to the path of awakening, and so on, and just to know that peace and being is a worthwhile target and is possible, even if it seems far away and distant. The freedom is in letting go, and reflecting on where I used to be, I couldnt imagine that peace could be such a enormous gift. I wrote a poem recently which I feel captures a little of what its like to live from a state of peace, or rather, from a background peace in which all the variability of being human is given space to arise. Before the poem, just a word of thanks to for all he has shared. A large part of my journey has been to move beyond idealizing or idolizing anyone, towards accepting my flawed humanity and that of others, hopefully with some grace and humor. In that vein, I dont percieve anyone to be perfect, yet, the paradox is that everything and everyone is somehow perfect. With Spiritual teachers (and others who I meet) I try and use the advice of Ken Wilber, who says that he tries to understand another persons perspective better than they can, before he argues with them. My biggest progress in my inner journey has been when I have dropped my ideal of what I should be, and just tried to understand myself. The K. process has forced me to get real, and getting real allows growth to occur. Likewise with our teachers; when I drop the ideal of what they should be, and try and understand the wisdom they have to offer, all the while keeping an open and discerning mind, thats when I start to learn. Once i get what they are saying, then I am free to take it or leave it. So and others, thanks for getting out there and sharing what you have to offer; its helped tremendously in my journey.UnboundShe has left.A startling radiant journey is on hold.Lovers wait, separate, apart.Something happened.Colors.Colors shone.Colored sunlight shone in lovemaking.Velvet red lips quivered against snow white skin,aching, hungeringfor the warmth and strength and force and immaculate gentleness oflove making,making love,made of love,laughter.Basking in our private sun, waves rose and broke and retreatedback down the shores of our bodies.Each time I surrendered to the undertow,breathing my heart into her heart as she sucked me in, down, under, down,around, into her, back into her.She is gone now.She left on plane and flew far away.Storms and thunder lashed the city yesterday.Animals sheltered in corners with wide shocked eyes.Windows rattled, trembling against the wind.I was still among the storms.I lay in bed at dawn and received the offered sky.The sky turned to light and then rain and light again,and I was still, unbound.With her I am free.Without her I am free.I am unbound,unbound in a love that knows no opposite,unbound in a love that shines before, during and after,that's always, always shone.Oh, when I listened to the storms rumble across the sky,how beautiful to know that I am no longer the thunder or lightning orimmaculate sunrise.I am the sky, unbound by love,empty, clear.I used to fight to hold the sunsets,Or hunger for the pale shade of purple at angelic dawns.I used to fight for my chains of beauty,tempestuously raging against the dying of the light,forgetting I was the naked sky,hating the night.Wake up!Awake!Rise up from your slumber!Drop your shackles; release your fightShe is gone for now.The fight is already released.Sunlight has faded and dusk has drawn her coat across the land.I go lovingly into the night,stunned by peace,stunned by stillness.Grace is with me.Grace has always been with me,asking me to remember that I am the sky,unbound.My hands rest opened,receiving, receiving,Again, again, today, tomorrow.Maybe my lover will return.Maybe not.Coming and going,into stillness, out of stillness,stillness remains, unbound, everpresent.love and peaceBruce Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 3, 2008 Report Share Posted August 3, 2008 Fantastically beautiful, Bruce!! Love, Valarie Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted August 3, 2008 Report Share Posted August 3, 2008 Hi Bruce, no need to apologize for a long post. I enjoyed reading about you K experience and the beautiful poem. Linda , " bruce_oom " <bruce_oom wrote: > > Hi folks, > > hope you are all doing okay. This post may be a little long, so early > apologies for that I have had a beautiful two weeks, with just a > little emotional cleansing occurring. After about 2 1/2 years of K. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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