Sinking into stillness comes easier now
as I feel the closeness of Beloved Awareness ~
waiting…
The rhythm of Awareness is like a lullaby,
holding me in the splendor of Grace…
Awareness awareing me ~
me awarening Awareness…
The River of Awareness flowing as One…
Not two ~ just Awareness,
awareing ItSelf sitting at the window…
An embrace of One…
Awareness, The Beloved, is right here,
right now,
always;
as close as the breath.
The pure open space of Grace
allows everything, welcomes everything;
Awareness ItSelf inviting ITself to Be…
The purity of this
vast space
is clean and clear,
drawing me in;
inviting me to surrender;
to
dive
into
the
depths
of
wide-awake
Awareness
Pure Grace…
~*~
Mystic Meandering
copyright
May 2011
This sounds delicious! And somehow the felt sense is of Spring and the season of renewal.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Dear Christine, for a most beautiful post...whispers of the same here although a bit hesitant to even say that. ♥
ReplyDeleteZDS ~ Whenever I come to the space of Grace, of pure Awareness, whether at the window, or sitting meditation, but particularly at the window, there is always a sense of being refreshed, renewed, infused with new life...:)
ReplyDeleteThank you Leslie ~ Am sure they are "whispers of the same" - all one Grace being whispered from window to window in the breath of Love... ♥c
ReplyDeleteFalling, falling, falling! Love it!
ReplyDeleteThank you Genju ~~~~~ ♥c
ReplyDeleteHow beautiful - I love it! I'm interested to learn more about your use of the word "Grace."
ReplyDeleteIt seems to have a deeper meaning than how I have come to "define" it... Unconditional love. I appreciate your time and feedback.
Hello Susan ~ Thank you for visiting and leaving your comment.
ReplyDeleteYes, "Grace" is unconditional love. It feels like a vast space of openness, acceptance, allowing; a pure space of loving, compassionate awareness that just is - nothing to earn, nothing to achieve, just the space of pure Being beyond the sense of the personal "me."
Sometimes the feel of it and the words that attempt to describe it come when I'm "window sitting." But as always, IT is really undefinable and so much more...