thoughts & notes
..and I will die most certainly
whilst Laughing
Endlessly
At my Believed Absurdity
Love Surrender
We are Love Loving
Love's Love passing through
Spaces of Longing
Opening Places of Belonging
Longing Loving to be True
Through Song and through Sorrow,
Through Me and through You,
Spaces of Belonging
Always Old and Always New.
Born
Naked completely
Imperfect my reflection may be
Being, true to my originality
I’ve unclothed to the reality
That, truly, only I
Can love
me
Are we aware how barren our landscape,
The emptiness of our soil
Yet how the earth still feeds us
In honour of our toil
Are we thoughtful of the little awareness
Of all those experiences now passed us by
We have gathered. Unrecognized, unregarded
Soiled, to the passing light of our eye.
And are we observant how we hide our faces,
How within the faintness of our smile,
Of consciousness found are only traces
-Beginnings of a fading trial
Because when we listen to the boredom of our conversations
And how the plainness of our words
Tell of the emptiness within our relations,
And the meaninglessness of our worlds,
We perceive how sparingly we pay attention
To the light that shines within our eyes
To how tears yet fill us with laughter
Passing the discovery of our being, alive, inside
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Let me fall
I must fall
A voice in me is crying
Tired of the fight
Seeking for the Light
Let me fall
I must fall
As blindly I am reaching
From within the darkness
Of my funnelled sight
Let me fall
I must fall
I’m questioning my great height
Something within me has died,
Taken off
Like a bird for flight
Let me fall
I must fall
As bewildered with the perplexity
Of my experienced uncertainty,
It is darkness which covers the light
Let me fall
I must fall
I am trembling yet I’m longing
Of knowing what it is to Be
Let me fall
I must fall
Something within
Is aspiring
To be Me
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Be still when there's nowhere to go,
knowing that you're contained even when you overflow.
Where objects are in the way,
be soft, move around and move through,
entering all and allowing all to enter you.
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Be like Water, be like a mirror,
reflecting all you see-
cleansing all that which gathers dust, nourishing all that finds itself in need.
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Be like water, know how to transfer warmth and to disperse heat-
regenerating energy in order that, like Water, you can cut through steel.
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Be like Water- move with how you feel,
know how you can freeze in one moment only to disperse the next,
knowing that the crystal pattern of your soul remains eternally You.
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Be like Water, listen to its call-for knowing you are like Water-
you learn to know that you are All
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When we set out for a walk in the park,
We may have our route set out in detail or
We may give our self a time-frame
Detailing only our start and point of return
If we enter it in expectation,
We may be disappointed at the sight
When in its revelation, the sun may shine too bright
If however we choose to experience the park
As it presents itself to us today
We allow our self to see
That the beauty it reveals itself to be
Ultimately is greater
Than our most fantastic imaginary
Entering the gateways of the park,
The experience is our choice
We may be drawn to smell its flowers,
Listen to its leaves,
Gather its treasures or climb its trees;
Engaging with the curiosity of discovery,
We engage our self into a dialogue of poetry;
Awakening to nature’s synchronicity
We connect to its mystery
and become alive to our creativity
As illuminated to our own trickery
We learn to see
How nature’s energy
Reflects us to the curiosity
Of the natural wholeness
Within our authenticity
United in nature’s fantasy
Harmony comes naturally,
as we melt with our greater reality
And awaken to the beauty
of what it means to truly Be
There is no difficulty that enough love will not conquer;
No disease that enough love will not heal;
No door that enough love will not open;
No gulf that enough love will not bridge;
No wall that enough love will not throw down;
No sin that enough love will not redeem . . .
It makes no difference how deeply seated may be the trouble;
How hopeless the outlook;
How muddled the tangle;
How great the mistake.
A sufficient realization of love will dissolve it all.
If only you could love enough you would be the happiest
and most powerful being
in the world.
Emmet Fox
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Within every momentary response to life we gain either one of two things: victory or defeat. From every thought we think we experience either one of two things: happiness or sadness. Within every decision we take we receive either an increase of energy or a loss of it. Life is simple: there where we act from old patterns and remain asleep, we will experience defeat and see ourselves to be slaves within our own lives. Responding truthfully in every moment we are touched, we are shown that we are Love itself.
All is but a dream- reflecting our thoughts- our feelings- all that we imagine in our minds.. There is nothing to add, to change, subtract or to take. All there is, is realization- the re-cognition of our own thought and imagination-and of realization itself.
When the dream turns into a nightmare, we are summoned to wake from it, seeing that we have but animated the very images within our mind, seperated from life itself
For we have no idea how powerfull we really are- the power of the dream we call into being itself. And believing it all to be real, we experience the suffering of feeling imprisoned within the very imagination that is ours.
Our only way to truly wake is to know that we want freedom more than we want the world. For it is not untill the moment that we begin to release ourselves from the world, from our investment in it- our attachment to it, that we begin to see that we are but dreaming.
Releasing this, we gain the world: The perfect dream begins.