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Come meander with me on the pathless path of the Heart
in these anecdotal,
sometimes inspiring, sometimes personal meanderings of the Heart's opening in the every-day-ness of life...

Saturday, October 1, 2022

Stirrings - Author Unknown


The Cosmic skies are stirring, there is change in the air
that may awaken us to some new truths.

How beautiful that we don't yet know the way.
How beautiful that there are elements of life
that still confuse us, make us feel deeper than
we could have imagined, and remind us of
what is real and pure in our hearts.

How beautiful, that even though we don't yet
know "the way", we can spread our wings,
shift our awareness, and trust that there is a
new unfolding that is destined to come.

It is the journey of metamorphosis that we
are being guided to walk...

Whatever comes, know that it is part of how we
move through our own cycles - into the dark
night of the soul, and then finally, into spiritual
wisdom...

Sometimes we need intensity to drive the
vehicle of transformation.

While we want to remain strong and centered,
we also don't want to limit or cut ourselves off
from allowing whatever comes to move us,
change us, and transform us.

We have to remember to keep shifting our
awareness of what life is and what role we are
here to play; to allow ourselves to keep questioning,
to keep allowing things to shock and surprise us, for
they are often the fuel for our continued unfolding.

Author Unknown
found on Facebook

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Photo - Mystic Meandering



 

Thursday, September 29, 2022

An Intuitive Whisper - Fred LaMotte


Through my dawning breath, from somewhere beyond
thought, came a soft voice of intuition, whispering:


The more the mind tries to please people,
the more you annoy them.
But if you are simply you,
your very presence will refresh them.


Just radiate Being.
Be what you love, 100%
Then whatever
you find yourself doing
is natural and spontaneous service.
Because the greatest service
is to Be.

Fred LaMotte
Uradiance

~

Photo - Mystic Meandering

There are many ways to "serve" humanity.
We each need to find our own way.

 

Tuesday, September 27, 2022

The "Good Dark" - Ivan Granger


What is the "Good Dark?

The Light is so often considered one of the attributes of the
Divine, but we forget that dark too is also a metaphor...  The
Eternal is sometimes called dark because IT is beyond the
ability of the limited intellect to see.  It is the realm where
there is no longer separation; nothing is seen as separate
from That [The Eternal].  It can feel like a shining darkness.
So the Sacred Dark, the Good Dark is the Eternal, that
exists in its mysterious, invisible, indefinable form.  Vast
beyond comprehension.  [It is the Eternal] that gathers
everything, even light, into ItSelf.  This is the darkness
where there is great joy.  This is the immense Mystery...

In we understand the Divine to be that living, mysterious 
darkness, then we finally recognize ourselves as the same
as that darkness. [The light and dark being the same - think
Yin-Yang, where the light is contained within the dark and 
the dark within the light.]  In the 'half-light' [partial under-
standing] we are still distracted by our own faces, we are 
confused, more aware of ourselves than the holy mystery
that we touch.  We become like a young lover, too self-
conscious to simply lose oneself in the embrace of the
Belove.

...[when] we have no 'face' [identity] of our own separate
from That, then we can melt silently into the Good Dark,
into the Mystery of the Divine.  This is the place where
concepts fall, where reality is no longer parceled out into
dichotomies of good and bad, right and wrong, (no division
of opposites)...  There is nothing (except the Divine Wholeness
that is within all things).  The ego-mind is no longer able to
segment reality.  Underlying the complex diversity of
creation is a single Unity.  And within that Unity, the
individual is not separate or different from the vast Divine.
There is no separation between individual self and the
center of all selves...  Just Pure Being...

If you can settle deeply into this awareness, then you will
find yourself drinking the ecstasy of true love-wisdom.

Ivan Granger
Poetry Chaikhana

[brackets mine] (parentheses his)

~

We are from the fathomless depths,
the "darkness" of "The Deep"
before Light began...
from which Light emerged...
We are the Deep Ananda of
The Divine...
without knowing how or why...
without the need for certainties,
for answers ; only the
ever-available Presence of
Divine Love...Pure Bliss
Pure Blessing
OMmm...

Mystic Meandering
January 2017

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Photo Art - Mystic Meandering




 

Monday, September 26, 2022

Silence Beyond Mind - Maitreya Upanishad


When a wise man has withdrawn his mind from all things
without, and when his spirit has peacefully left all inner
sensations, let him rest in peace, free from the movement
of will and desire...

For it has been said:
There is something beyond our mind,
which abides in silence...
It is the supreme mystery beyond thought.
Let one's mind and subtle spirit rest upon that mystery
and nothing else.

...When the mind is silent,
beyond distraction,
then it can enter into a world
which is far beyond the mind...

Then one knows the joy of Eternity...
Words cannot describe the joy of the soul
who is one with the Atman, his true Self.

As water becomes one with water,
fire with fire,
and air with air,
so the mind becomes one with the Infinite Mind
and thus attains freedom.

Maitreya Upanishad

~

It is the chaotic mind of humans that creates the chaos that we
see happening in this world...  When we can entrain with a
deeper Silence, the mind is not in chaos and we can
 experience the Sacred in the chaos...  I have only known
a few of such fleeting moments... :) 
MM

~

Photo - Mystic Meandering

 

Sunday, September 25, 2022

The Voice of Silence Within - Fred LaMotte


Upon emerging from meditation, I was moved to share this:
The world is not in chaos.  The mind is in chaos.  
There is a place we need to return to: the wellspring of our
own intuition, the starry depth in our core.  This is the
real Guru, the true Friend, the true Master.  Throw the
penny of this little mind into that well, which has been
silently bubbling up for countless lifetimes, in a hidden
glade, the wildest glen of your ancient brain.  Fall into
this yearning hollow, all the way down your spine,
through your rib cage into the solar plexus.  Now you
are just a ripple of silence trembling into the galaxy.
Who will guide you to this well?  The true Friend.
She leads you not to herself, but points beyond words
to your own heart.  Why should you give away your
power to any other who claims to teach you what can
only be learned at the soundless fountain inside you?
Listen to the voice of the Silence inside silence.  A real
Guru reveals this murmuring spring in the valley of your
chest, through a whisper, a touch, or their mere presence.
They then walk away, freeing you to name the Mystery
for yourself, as you gaze into the unfathomable waters
of Shakti, the healing current of your own awakened grace.
Whenever you want to come to this forest pool and sit with
your Guru, or with the Christ, with Buddha, or with any
of the Rishis, you find them waiting here, nearer than 
your pulse.  Not in any temple or ashram, but in the golden
dark inside the inward spring of Divine Love, overflowing
with the nectar of emptiness, gushing stars, pouring out
the fierce wild atoms of your body, for no reason but to
dance.

Fred LaMotte

~

Photo - Mystic Meandering



 

Friday, September 23, 2022

Hidden Within...


"She" - The Primordial Energy of Life
is "hidden" within...

"She" - The Primordial One,
Sometimes conceals "Herself",
Sometimes reveals "Herself"
through you, through all of us;
as we are all expressions of "Herself"
in disguise;
however named:
"The Mystery"
"The Divine"
"Essence"
Shakti
God

Through this mystery we find
our way to Who we are -
by simply Being - ourselves -
the Natural expression of ourselves...

We recognize at the core of our Being
that we are "Her" - that Primordial Energy
disguised in a body, playing ourself...

Wonder of wonders...


Mystic Meandering
March 2021

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Photo - Mystic Meandering







 

Thursday, September 22, 2022

Adi Shakti: The Primal Energy - Madhu


The [Cosmic] Mother's magic is ancient as life itself.
She existed before Gods and mortals, and She will
still exist even after the great dissolution.  Mother is
pure energy in subtle form...

The name Adi (or Adya) Shakti means 'primal power'
[or force], or 'primal energy' in Hinduism.  She is the
power/force/energy that permeates all creation, including
the animate, inanimate, and divine.  She is the [energy]
from which the universe is created and sustained, and
She is what everything will withdraw back into at the
end of their lives.

Shakti in the highest causal sense is God as Mother,
and in another sense it is the Universe that issues
from Her Womb.  She is the darkness from which light
issues,
the unmanifest from which everything manifests.

She is no one particular form...but is generally manifested
in everything that we see in the universe, including the
life force that moves in it.  She is often described as 
neither male or female, yet both male and female at the
same time - beyond descriptive categories of male
and female.

She IS Everything

She is unbroken Reality

She is pure Being Consciousness-Bliss,
existing in the form of Time and Space,
and all that is therein, and is the radiant
Illuminatrix in all beings...



From : The Primal Goddess by Madhu

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Photo - Mystic Meandering



 

Tuesday, September 20, 2022

Cosmic Origin...


There is no linear self-improvement program
to measure up to;
no spiritual standard to compare our progress with;
achieving lofty goals of "enlightenment" or "non-duality."
Everything is open-ended, boundaryless, freely fluid,
forever fluctuating - "in-lightened" from within.

The Cosmic Vibration is an
unborn, inexplicable,
 "un-dualating" energy that just IS -
that has always existed -
that is the gateway to
knowing our true Essence...

...to experiencing
a truer Vibration that lies at
the Core of our Being;
the "Mother Energy" of
our Cosmology;
the place of no beginning, or ending,
only the infinity of the ongoing moment.

Dissolve into your Cosmic Origins...
Return to your "roots"; a naked
Luminous, ever-present vibration
of Loving Aliveness...

Entrain with the Maternal Heart,
where the ripples of Love's energy,
form and expand,
pulsating the Rhythm within and through you...

Our Cosmic Origin...

Mystic Meandering
2018

~

Photo - Northern Lights over Yellowknife,
Northwest Terr., Canada





 

Sunday, September 18, 2022

Sing to me That Song...



Sing to me the Song of the Heart,
as you have heard it...
Do you know that song?

Has "The Mystery"
kissed your Heart?
Does it fill your body?
Does it Sing your Soul?

Sing to me Its lullaby that
sings through you -
in soothing syllables of sound,
lyrical and refined,
emerging from an unknown
place deep within -
that brings you back to life again.

Sing to me That song - the one
that enlivens your very being,
and warms your like the sun.

Let me be moved by those melodies
playing from the depths
of our Inner Being...

Sing to me That song,
the one that makes the body
tingle with delight, with recognition,
and remembrance of
our true origins...

Sing to me That song...


Mystic Meandering
Feb. 6, 2020

~

Friends are those people who know
the words to the song
in your Heart and sing it
back to you when you have
forgotten the words.

Anonymous

~

Thank you to Fred LaMotte of Uradiance
and Michel of No Mind's Land
for Singing that Song! :)


 

Friday, September 16, 2022

Listening for "The Beloved" - Llewellyn Vaughan-Lee


...listening is not an effort, not a technique...
Listening springs from the desire to be with the one
whom you want to hear ["The Beloved" - or however one
calls their Source.].  Listening is a coming close, waiting
for Presence to materialize into words, to form ItSelf
out of Silence. 
Listening is a relationship, even in the
silence when nothing is heard.
  Learning to listen is to
allow our self to be present without imposing or demanding,
to hold a space where something can be told, where
meeting can unfold between.....lover and The Beloved; 
where openness is answered.  The lover is the one who
listens, whose being is born to listen for The Beloved.
Without the lover, how could the song of The Beloved
be heard?

At the beginning we have to learn the art of listening, the
art of being present, attentive and empty. We have to
catch the still, small voice of The Beloved, and not
interrupt, not ask too many questions.  We have to learn
to be silent, because listening is born from silence.  The
listening of the heart is always an act of love, a coming 
together [communion], even when nothing is heard.
Listening is a wisdom.  It is feminine, receptive, hidden...
Rumi knew how central a part if plays in our wordless
relationship with The Beloved.  He said:

'Make everything in you an ear, each atom of your being,
and you will hear at every moment what the Source is
whispering to you, just to you and for you..."

You are - we all are - the beloved of The Beloved, and in
every moment, in every event of life, The Beloved is
whispering to you exactly what you need to hear and know.

Listen [for The Beloved] and you will discover it ever
passing moment.  Listen, and your whole life will become a
conversation in thought and action between you and The
Beloved directly, wordlessly, now and always.

We need to rediscover
how the heart listens to its Beloved.

Llewellyn Vaughan-Lee
Sufi Mystic

Excerpts from an article called:
The Circle of Love
on Spirituality and Practice

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Photo from the Internet



 

Wednesday, September 14, 2022

Never Not Broken - Gina Puorro


These are strange times, sitting in this liminal space between
what was and what will be, a crossroads within both the mircro-
and macrocosms. I have been feeling a deep internal shakeup in
a way that I always do when met with something much greater
than me, bringing lessons of my insignificance and an opportunity
to shape-shift.  There's been less than glamorous insights into self;
meeting places of deep tension between my compassion and 
intolerance, my flexibility and rigid worldview, my humility and
my desire to be right, my longing for and resistance to change,
[to what is], where I remain open and where I shut down...  so
much friction between what feels like split personalities living
in this body.  And, in the way that friction does, it's making many
little fires in me that need tending, so as not to be snuffed out, or
burn me right down to the ground.

I hear the call of many wise teachers and elders singing similar
instructions; slow down, get quiet, be still, listen.

What if slowing down and finding stillness has nothing to do with
movement or speed and has everything to do with being completely
broken
and not trying to pick up the pieces too quickly.  Rather
than striving for a greater capacity to hold more, aiming for total
incapacitation, surrender instead.  Perhaps it's a good time to
venerate Akhilandeshvari, Goddess of Never Not Broken; I hear
her asking us to sit with the wreckage and feel the sharp pangs of
loss and grief.  No expectation of the future, no instructions for
how to move forward.  A time to hospice ourselves through a good
death, and a long slow process of composting our former selves.

What if getting quiet has nothing to do with turning down the volume,
and more to do with a subtle attunement towards finding the sacred
amidst the noise and chaos...

Invite the power of disruption that shakes us up and disorients us,
that opens portals, seducing us towards the in-between spaces and
to dance in the wild unknown.  To see creation and destruction as
necessary to each other's survival, and the inherent violence in what
we have named nature.  Let us be students of alchemy and mischief,
and to think and act in unorthodox ways as the wise fool.

Perhaps it is time for deep remembering and reclamation.  To sit
with the many troubles of being alive, to let go of reaching towards
any sort of arrival, victory, or stability, and meet each other in our
differences, [in our shared brokenness].  Let's stay shattered a while,
and let ourselves spill up and out of the many containers we have
confined ourselves to; never certain, never permanent, never alone,
never not broken.

For any of you dealing with a deep sense of brokenness you
may find this essay from The Sutra Journal about Akhilandeshwari
an interesting read.  I had not heard of this Hindu Tantric Goddess
 before and found the article quite relevant to my own experience,
 although I am not Hindu...

The essay is called - Akhilandeshwari: The Power of Brokenness
by Laura Amazzone


~

Photo - Mystic Meandering

~

I have no spiritual platitudes to offer,
no "answers" - no "fixes."

All I have to share with you today
is my brokenness.

MM
Sept 12, 2022





 

Monday, September 12, 2022

The Way It Is - William Stafford


Mostly you look back and say, 'Well, OK.  Things might have
been different, sure, and it's not too bad, but look - things
happen like that, and you did what you could.'  You go back
and pick up the pieces.  There's tomorrow.  There's that long
bend in the river on the way home.  Fluffy bursts of milkweed
are floating through shafts of sunlight or disappearing where
trees reach out from their deep dark roots.

Maybe people have to go in and out of shadows till they learn
that floating, that immensity of waiting to receive whatever
arrives with trust.
  Maybe somebody has to explore what
happens when one of us wanders over near the edge and falls
for awhile.  Maybe it was your turn.

William Stafford
original title "Afterwards"
from The Way It Is

with thanks to Whiskey River

~

Photo - Mystic Meandering

 

Saturday, September 10, 2022

Acceptance - Werner Erhard



The thought that there is something wrong is an illusion;
there is nothing wrong, there is only what's so.  Notice when
you're comparing what's so to some fantasy about how it
should be.  Bring yourself back to what's so and it will be O.K.
Ask yourself what's so, and align with that.  Align with what's so
and it will not matter.  That is the foundation of transformation...
Not aligning with what's so is the only thing that will ever 
bring you hardship or suffering.  Life in what's so will bring you
harmony and grace and balance...

Werner Erhard

~

"acceptance is the compass"
Mitch Rosacker

~

Acceptance for what is, is not resignation.  It does not
mean one doesn't do anything about their life situation.
It's the acceptance of the way life is - and you use 
acceptance to navigate through life - to see
what actions need to be taken, or not taken, at any
given moment.

Acceptance is the key

MM

~

Photo - Mystic Meandering 
Sometimes your life is just full of weeds :)


 

 

Thursday, September 8, 2022

Poetry - Hannah Frankman


Silly people
Who think poetry happens
At a clean desk
With a candle lit
At "writing time."
I write my poetry
Standing knee deep in the ocean;
Steering with my knee cap on a back road;
Under the arm of a lover;
Waiting for my squash to cook.

Poetry is not a place
Or a time of day.
It's a way of being.


Hannah Frankman

Published with permission of the author


~

Photo - Mystic Meandering



 

Tuesday, September 6, 2022

Knock-Knock...


What if I quit knocking at the door of
The Beloved - address unknown...
Would The Beloved still come?

Why do I keep trying so hard?
Doesn't The Beloved already know that I'm here?
So why do I need to keep coming to the door,
begging, like a beggar in the night,
whispering outside the door;
like throwing stones at a window,
trying to entice my "lover" to notice that
I am standing outside - waiting -
unseen, unheard...

knock-knock


What if I quit knocking at the door?
Would The Beloved not hear the longing of my Heart?
Would The Beloved still come?

~

...a door within my Heart opens as if by its own accord...
The Beloved is here - waiting for me
in the deeper Silence at the Core of my Being,
at the Inner Door,
where only a whisper is heard...

Maybe I was knocking at the wrong door...

knock-knock



Mystic Meandering
Sept. 5, 2022

~

Photo - yes that's me :)

 

Sunday, September 4, 2022

A Cosmic Perspective - a meandering...


We are told in certain "traditions" that everything is Consciousness,
Awareness, Eternal Beingness, The Essential Self...  Plug in
whatever works for you - "God", The Ineffable, The Unknown, etc.
"IT", they say, is everywhere at the same time, aware of
everything that is occurring all at once.  I actually had this
experience while sitting in a doctor's waiting room.  I was
suddenly aware of what was AWARE of me sitting there -
and that "IT" was everywhere, awaring everything in the room.
It was "me", but also a greater "Awareness" than my own.

The mind can't really fathom such abstractions, so it creates words,
creation stories, and images, like "God", Buddha, Shiva, and other
deities, which personifies (person-ifies) what cannot be person-ified,
to try to explain what cannot be explained - including words like
Beingness, Consciousness, and Awareness... :) Non-dual language.

There is just this pure Space of Awareness, they say - what my
husband calls the "Portal of Eternity."  Works for him :)  I
experience "IT" as an alive Space of Silence within.  Everything
is felt to be suspended in, and infused with this Silence that just IS -
including you and me.  A mystery...

The "trick", as I'm discovering ever slowly, is to see from a
Cosmic Perspective, rather than the "Earth mind" that only sees
the "Earth mind" as real; does not see the bigger picture of being
suspended/infused in/with "The Infinite", but only thinks its
immediate reality is real - when it is only a part of a much larger
Cosmic Reality - of which the Earth experience is a part.  As my
husband says, the dynamics of the Cosmos has its own way -
and you can't manipulate it.  There's something bigger going on here.

How would life change for humanity if we started to see our lives
in this way,  from the perspective of Cosmic Consciousness that
sees the whole picture?  What would happen if we started viewing
each other from the Cosmic Perspective?  Something I fail at 
miserably - continuing to be distracted by the externals of life, on
the surface of life - entangled in the emotions that creates.

But maybe this Cosmic Perspective is the dis-entanglement from 
the matrix of our personal life dramas - to see all of existence from
a different perspective - to see the Infiniteness and True Nature of
all things - of all Existence.

We are breathed by the Cosmic "Spirit", if you will. Some call it
The Silence, or even The Holy Spirit...  I feel IT when sitting in the
Space of Silence within - the Still Point.  This, for me, is intimacy
with my "Eternal Being" - this sense of intimate connection through
the breath of Silence.  This energy/vibration runs through the whole
body, is in every cell.

"IT" is what we abide in naturally and don't even realize it.  We
are not always aware of it, don't have a felt sense of it,distracted
 again and again by the externals of life and living.  Pure Cosmic
Energy is what we breathe, and what breathes us, is what bathes the
cells, and permeates "our" world.  This "Divine Energy" of Life
continues on after death, but we focus on the  physicality and not
the Universal Energy that sustains and animates the body - that
which never dies.  We only see personalities playing out their roles
here, not the Beingness, or True Nature, or Essence of the "person."
At least from my perspective :)

It seems all so esoteric and yet we can feel the realness of "The
Mystery" of it - experientially - through our awareness, or direct
experience of IT.  In the Silence of Being I can feel this Infinite
Energy, the Universal Source coursing through my body - and
know that THAT is who I am, at the core of my being - not my
person-ified identity...

And yet, I remain distracted by this external identity that clouds
the Cosmic Perspective...


Mystic Meandering
Taken from my Journal notes
2014

~

Photo - Mystic Meandering




 

Thursday, September 1, 2022

More Reflections on Time, Space and Reality - Albert Einstein


Concerning matter, we have been all wrong.  What we have
called matter is energy, whose vibration has been so lowered
as to be perceptible to the senses.  Matter is spirit reduced
to a point of visibility.

Time and space are not conditions in which we live, but modes
by which we think.  Physical concepts are free creations of the
human mind, and are not, however it may seem, determined by
the external world.  Time does not exist - we invented it.  Time
is what the clock says.  The distinction between the past,
present and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion.  I 
think 99 times and find nothing.  I stop thinking, [if this is possible],
swim in silence, and the truth comes to me.

The intellect has little to do on the road to discovery. There comes
 a leap in consciousness, call it intuition or what you will, the
solution comes to you and you don't know why.

We are souls dressed up in sacred biochemical garments and our
bodies are the instruments through which our souls play their music.

When you examine the lives of the most significant people who
have ever walked among us, you discover one thread that winds
through them all.  They have been aligned first with their spiritual
nature and only then with their physical selves. 

One thing I learned in a long life: that all our science, measured
against reality, is primitive and child-like.  We still do not know
one thousandth of one percent of what nature has revealed to us.
It is entirely possible that behind the perception of our senses, worlds
are hidden of which we are unaware. 

I didn't arrive at my understanding of the fundamental laws of the
universe through my rational mind.  I'm not an atheist.  Anyone
who interprets my scientific theories this way, did not understand
them.  The problem involved is too vast for our limited minds.  We
are in the position of a little child entering a huge library filled
with books in many languages.

The religion of the future will be a cosmic religion.  It will
transcend a personal God and avoid dogma and theology.

When something vibrates, the electrons of the entire universe
resonate with it.  Energy cannot be created or destroyed, it can
only be changed from one form to another.  Everything is energy
and that is all there is.  This is not philosophy.  This is physicals.


Albert Einstein

with thanks to No Mind's Land

~

Photo - Mystic Meandering



 

Wednesday, August 31, 2022

Distant Moons...


Maybe I'll go to a distant moon
off Jupiter after "I" die - and be
moon dust

or become an Aurora Borealis -
Making wave forms across the
night sky

or maybe just hang out in a star cluster
or rebirth myself in a Nebula,
or through a black hole into
another Universe


This life is only a portal to Eternity...


Mystic Meandering
Aug 29, 2022

~

Art - Mystic Meandering
2016
a section of a piece I did called "Emergence"
but noticed the several little white spots,
after I sprayed the canvas with water to
create the drip and melding affects, that
reminded me of "distant moons" ;) 

 

Monday, August 29, 2022

Primordial Love...



The Love that emerges within us
when the Inner Sanctuary opens ~

Just Is...

Just Loves

Love ~ Loving

A causeless Love

Beyond space and time


My first felt experience of It
left me in awe
of Its Vastness...
Its Clarity...
Its Lovingness...


This Love doesn't love
"because of"...
It Loves without reason...

It is Primordial Love ~
Unconditioned
Uncontrived
Untouched

It loves "just because",
because It IS Love...

Love beyond comprehension...
Love beyond what we think is "love"...

How could one possibly
comprehend the
limitless,
unbounded,
uncontained
Love
that
Just
IS
~
~
~

Effluent Love
flowing from Itself
Endlessly
~
~
~

It is not an object called "love"
or an attribute that "I"
can achieve or attain...

But is the pure,
perpetual

GLOW

of Effulgent Primordial Love

Self-sustaining, self-generating
Brilliance
from
the Heart of Hearts


L~O~V~E



Mystic Meandering
2015

~

Photo - Aurora Borealis from a calendar




 

 

Sunday, August 28, 2022

Be Still and still moving - T.S. Eliot


Home is where one starts from.  As we grow older
The world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated
Of dead and living.  Not the intense moment
Isolated, with no before and after,
But a lifetime burning in every moment
And not the lifetime of one man only
But of old stones that cannot be deciphered.
There is a time for the evening under starlight,
A time for the evening under lamplight
(The evening with the photograph album).
Love is most nearly itself
When here and now cease to matter.
Old men ought to be explorers
Here or there does not matter
We must be still and still moving
Into another intensity
For a further union, a deeper communion
Through the dark cold and the empty desolation,
The wave cry, the wind cry, the vast waters
Of the petrel and the porpoise.
In my end is my beginning.

~  T.S. Eliot

from East Coker - section V

with thanks to The Beauty We Love

~

Photo - created with a visualizer to the sound of music


 

Saturday, August 27, 2022

The Wound - Maya Luna


Maybe you don't heal 

The wound

Maybe it becomes an

Opening

Where buried truths can finally

Speak

Maybe it's a portal into

An abandoned universe

Crying out to be

Known

Maybe the rip and tear is tilled

Ground

Where fresh creation

Blooms

Maybe it wasn't meant to be

Closed

Maybe its a secret

Well

A blackened vessel

Where power flows

Maybe the raw cut was meant to

Bleed

Vital Medicine into

Thirsty Hearts


Maya Luna


with thanks to No Mind's Land

~

Photo - Mystic Meandering
2004