Being Random Ramblings on the road to Who I Really Am, through Mind Forest to Awareness Fields, and a cordial invitation to anyone who recognises a landmark to sit and sup with me awhile in this little corner of Cyberville Inn, and share their journey from here to Here, from now to Now. Pull up a chair. You're welcome. There'll be dancing later:)
Sunday, 30 August 2015
Backflip
Jump back.
Do a backļ¬ip into Who You Are. It’s not there, it’s here. All of it. It’s all internal. There’s no outside. There’s no inside, even. It all just IS, for no reason other than heaven. Who are we and what are we doing? This is it! Simply THIS. We’re worlding. We’re universing. And we’re not “we.” We’re I, awake to the fact of Awakeness, aware, unborn, knowing.
Jump back.
from THE HEAVENLY BACKFLIP
Seeing and Being the Unfigureoutable
by J. C. Amberchele
Saturday, 29 August 2015
Not Crazy Enough
I was dead
I came alive
I was tears
I became laughter
All because of love
when it arrived
my temporal life
from then on
changed to eternal
Love said to me
you are not
crazy enough
you don't
fit this house
I went and
became crazy
crazy enough
to be in chains
Love said
you are not
intoxicated enough
you don't
fit the group
I went and
got drunk
drunk enough
to overflow
with light-headedness
Love said
you are still
too clever
filled with
imagination and skepticism
I went and
became gullible
and in fright
pulled away
from it all
Love said
you are a candle
attracting everyone
gathering everyone
around you
I am no more
a candle spreading light
I gather no more crowds
and like smoke
I am all scattered now
Love said
you are a teacher
you are a head
and for everyone
you are a leader
I am no more
not a teacher
not a leader
just a servant
to your wishes
Love said
you already have
your own wings
I will not give you
more feathers
And then my heart
pulled itself apart
and filled to the brim
with a new light
overflowed with fresh life
Now even the heavens
are thankful that
because of love
I have become
the giver of light.
Rumi
Wednesday, 26 August 2015
One Alone Exists
To some, the Self appears as other;
To me, the Self is I.
Like undivided space, One alone exists.
How, then, could the subject and object of meditation be two?
Avadhuta Gita
To me, the Self is I.
Like undivided space, One alone exists.
How, then, could the subject and object of meditation be two?
Avadhuta Gita
Never Mind the Quality
There is no colour or sound to the one Reality;
It has no qualities at all.
How can one even think or speak of That
Which is far beyond both mind and speech?
Avadhuta Gita
It has no qualities at all.
How can one even think or speak of That
Which is far beyond both mind and speech?
Avadhuta Gita
You're the One
You, also, are the One! Why don’t you understand?
You’re the unchanging Self, the same within everyone.
You’re truly illimitable; you’re the all-pervading Light.
For you, how can there be any distinction between the day and the night?
Avadhuta Gita (not Olivia Newton-John)
You’re the unchanging Self, the same within everyone.
You’re truly illimitable; you’re the all-pervading Light.
For you, how can there be any distinction between the day and the night?
Avadhuta Gita (not Olivia Newton-John)
Monday, 24 August 2015
Secrets of Friends
Shall I tell you our secret?
We are charming thieves who steal hearts
and never fail because we are
the friends of the One.
The time for old preaching is over.
We aim straight at the heart.
If the mind tries to sneak in and take over
we will string it up without delay.
We turn poison into medicine
and our sorrows into blessings.
All that was familiar,
our loved ones and ourselves,
we had to leave behind.
We are charming thieves who steal hearts
and never fail because we are
the friends of the One.
The time for old preaching is over.
We aim straight at the heart.
If the mind tries to sneak in and take over
we will string it up without delay.
We turn poison into medicine
and our sorrows into blessings.
All that was familiar,
our loved ones and ourselves,
we had to leave behind.
Blessed is the poem that comes through me
but not of me, because the sound of my own music
will drown the song of Love.
-Rumi
but not of me, because the sound of my own music
will drown the song of Love.
-Rumi
Sunday, 4 November 2012
Be Still. I AM.
You ask, Who am I?
Who is asking?
Accept no answer.
Be whatever is left.
Be.
Before even Consciousness, Be.
You are simply That Which Is.
Words, stand easy.
Dismissed.
Who is asking?
Accept no answer.
Be whatever is left.
Be.
Before even Consciousness, Be.
You are simply That Which Is.
Words, stand easy.
Dismissed.
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