There is innocent wonder
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spontaneity
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what keeps you
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"Not all who wander are aimless
especially those who seek truth
beyond tradition, beyond
definition, beyond image..."
~~ from Mona Lisa Smile
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You will also find a variety
of other people's writings here
based on what speaks to me and
inspires me, depending on where
I am on this journey called "life."
Let go.
Let it all go:
Hopes for the future.
Regret for the past.
Expectations for the present.
Embraced in the space of
with no conceptual framework
click on image to read...
"Not all who wander are aimless
especially those who seek truth
beyond tradition, beyond
definition, beyond image..."
~~ from Mona Lisa Smile
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"A mystic is content with nothing
less than to touch the Truth in
its most universal purity."
less than to touch the Truth in
its most universal purity."
~~ Ivan Granger
Poetry Chaikhana
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Poetry Chaikhana
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Walk The Earth In Silence
Walk the Earth in Silence,
in the stillness of Being,
communing, listening,
hearing, sensing, feeling.
Walk the Earth in Silence
of unassuming, open,
receptive, awareness;
leaving only a trace
of a footstep here and there.
Walk the Earth in Silence
from the stillness of the Heart;
standing at the still-point,
in the hush of the Mystery...
Speak the language of Silence,
Heart to Heart,
whispered wordlessly
in the silent Rhythm...
December 2010
Walk the Earth in Silence,
in the stillness of Being,
communing, listening,
hearing, sensing, feeling.
Walk the Earth in Silence
of unassuming, open,
receptive, awareness;
leaving only a trace
of a footstep here and there.
Walk the Earth in Silence
from the stillness of the Heart;
standing at the still-point,
in the hush of the Mystery...
Speak the language of Silence,
Heart to Heart,
whispered wordlessly
in the silent Rhythm...
December 2010
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I am simply following the
pathless path of the Heart
in the every-day-ness of life,
exploring "The Ineffable
Mystery" of Life.
pathless path of the Heart
in the every-day-ness of life,
exploring "The Ineffable
Mystery" of Life.
I do not define myself by any
particular path or religion -
as Life ItSelf is the ever
unfolding Mystery, and an
ever deepening discovery of
the many expressions of
The Infinite, expressing ItSelf
as all Life.
particular path or religion -
as Life ItSelf is the ever
unfolding Mystery, and an
ever deepening discovery of
the many expressions of
The Infinite, expressing ItSelf
as all Life.
I write about and post what
inspires me, and what I am
passionate about: exploring
the Mystery of Being and The
Truth of Existence.
Writings here include:
prose poetry and anecdotal
meanderings. I also dabble
inspires me, and what I am
passionate about: exploring
the Mystery of Being and The
Truth of Existence.
Writings here include:
prose poetry and anecdotal
meanderings. I also dabble
in photography and art, which
accompany my postings.
You will also find a variety
of other people's writings here
based on what speaks to me and
inspires me, depending on where
I am on this journey called "life."
If something that I have written
touches your Heart, and you wish
to share it, you may for your
personal use only, such as your
blog or other social media forums
with appropriate credit given to:
touches your Heart, and you wish
to share it, you may for your
personal use only, such as your
blog or other social media forums
with appropriate credit given to:
Mystic Meandering, and a link
back to this blog.
HOWEVER, writings, poetry,
photos and art may not be used
for commercial financial gain.
photos and art may not be used
for commercial financial gain.
I would love to hear from you
if you want to use something here.
Or, if you would like
to ask me anything about what I
write here...
write here...
You can contact me at:
mysticmeandering@gmail.com
~~~~Namaste~~~~
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Return To Stillness
Return to the consciousness
of Stillness that speaks through
the Heart from the in-between
spaces in the Celestial Ocean
of Creation...
Stillness expresses through
vibration, through resonance,
in and through the inner Heart
~ the Inner Being...
Quiet the mind and the heart
of thoughts, of emotions, of pain,
of struggle, and just listen...
Reach deeply into the
Stillness of pre-creation
~ the Primordial Space ~
and allow it to permeate you,
to thrive in you...
Be at one with Stillness,
with Sacred Silence,
where the seeds of luminescent
Love form and expand,
through ripples of pure
Innocence, reverberating in a
pool of Stillness...
Allow Stillness to emerge from
Its place of solitude in the womb
of the Heart; from Its sanctuary
of wholeness, and give it voice...
Allow Stillness to be your Truth,
and Truth your Stillness...
October 2001
Return to the consciousness
of Stillness that speaks through
the Heart from the in-between
spaces in the Celestial Ocean
of Creation...
Stillness expresses through
vibration, through resonance,
in and through the inner Heart
~ the Inner Being...
Quiet the mind and the heart
of thoughts, of emotions, of pain,
of struggle, and just listen...
Reach deeply into the
Stillness of pre-creation
~ the Primordial Space ~
and allow it to permeate you,
to thrive in you...
Be at one with Stillness,
with Sacred Silence,
where the seeds of luminescent
Love form and expand,
through ripples of pure
Innocence, reverberating in a
pool of Stillness...
Allow Stillness to emerge from
Its place of solitude in the womb
of the Heart; from Its sanctuary
of wholeness, and give it voice...
Allow Stillness to be your Truth,
and Truth your Stillness...
October 2001
The Whisper
The Rhythm of Sacred Silence calls
me back into ItSelf again and again...
It waits patiently while I move
through my stories ~
through my illusions ~
my contractions of fear ~
my brokenness...
The Rhythm invites me to dance ~
to sway to Its movement ~
to hear Its pulse ~ its silent
I have to be still to hear
The Whisper speaking softly:
come, be with Me
come and be still,
come, listen, hear Me,
come, dance with Me,
come, be with Me,
come and be still...
I turn my attention to listen
curiously, as if someone has
spoken just over my shoulder ~
The Rhythm of Sacred Silence calls
me back into ItSelf again and again...
It waits patiently while I move
through my stories ~
through my illusions ~
my contractions of fear ~
my brokenness...
The Rhythm invites me to dance ~
to sway to Its movement ~
to hear Its pulse ~ its silent
language, like a whisper in the
background of noise,
trying to get my attention.
I have to be still to hear
The Whisper speaking softly:
come, be with Me
come and be still,
come, listen, hear Me,
come, dance with Me,
come, be with Me,
come and be still...
I turn my attention to listen
curiously, as if someone has
spoken just over my shoulder ~
barely audible...
I wait and listen - aware of a
I wait and listen - aware of a
subtle presence,
like butterfly wings.
The Rhythm rises - palpable.
It draws me to it...
I bow inwardly to The Whisper...
We embrace and dance in stillness
The sweet Rhythm of Love...
March 2009
The Rhythm rises - palpable.
It draws me to it...
I bow inwardly to The Whisper...
We embrace and dance in stillness
The sweet Rhythm of Love...
March 2009
Infinite Light
Just rest in the gaze of the Infinite
~ in the Infinite Light that
infuses and embraces all...
Just turn your gaze inward to
the Infinite Heart Presence
that lights you ~
that *is* you...
Feel this Presence of Love
gazing from within ~
Seeing what you see,
Hearing what you hear,
Feeling what you feel,
Experiencing what you
experience...
Feel its fluid vibrating pulse
running through your body...
Let this Light, this Love,
within you
live you...
It is anyway...
Just rest...
Sweet Serenity.
December 2009
Just rest in the gaze of the Infinite
~ in the Infinite Light that
infuses and embraces all...
Just turn your gaze inward to
the Infinite Heart Presence
that lights you ~
that *is* you...
Feel this Presence of Love
gazing from within ~
Seeing what you see,
Hearing what you hear,
Feeling what you feel,
Experiencing what you
experience...
Feel its fluid vibrating pulse
running through your body...
Let this Light, this Love,
within you
live you...
It is anyway...
Just rest...
Sweet Serenity.
December 2009
The Rhythm
I float on the swells of
the great Sea,
the vast, open Spaciousness;
out beyond the thought
stream of duality.
Just the deep calm of Isness
rising and falling in and endless
subtle rhythmic movement;
a stillness that ebbs and flows fluidly.
Here there is a gateway into Rest,
the Quietude, where everything
falls into "The Rhythm,"
into the deep calm of the One.
I allow myself to be taken by
"The Rhythm,"
the rising and falling of Stillness.
It's "The Rhythm" of the Formless
that holds me,
that sustains and supports me ~
that is me...
There is only "The Rhythm" in
everything, as everything ~
the expressions and experiences
of Life.
We breathe, and are breathed by
"The Rhythm."
August 2009
I float on the swells of
the great Sea,
the vast, open Spaciousness;
out beyond the thought
stream of duality.
Just the deep calm of Isness
rising and falling in and endless
subtle rhythmic movement;
a stillness that ebbs and flows fluidly.
Here there is a gateway into Rest,
the Quietude, where everything
falls into "The Rhythm,"
into the deep calm of the One.
I allow myself to be taken by
"The Rhythm,"
the rising and falling of Stillness.
It's "The Rhythm" of the Formless
that holds me,
that sustains and supports me ~
that is me...
There is only "The Rhythm" in
everything, as everything ~
the expressions and experiences
of Life.
We breathe, and are breathed by
"The Rhythm."
August 2009
Let Go and LIVE
Let go.
Let it all go:
Hopes for the future.
Regret for the past.
Expectations for the present.
LIVE...
Embraced in the space of
Divine Emptiness,
resting at the still-point...
resting at the still-point...
with no conceptual framework
for your life.
No scaffolding of thought or plan
No scaffolding of thought or plan
to hold "you" together...
Dissolve in the great Ocean
Dissolve in the great Ocean
of your Infinite Beingness...
LIVE...
without requiring life to be
LIVE...
Surrendered and emptied out
of the way your conditioned
mind tells you that life must be...
without requiring life to be
different,
without wanting to change
what is to suit you...
what is to suit you...
LIVE...
Surrendered and emptied out
of the way your conditioned
mind tells you that life must be...
Let go of your attachment to
your inexhaustible patterns of fear
that keep you safe, but confined...
Let go into the Living Stream
that already carries you
your inexhaustible patterns of fear
that keep you safe, but confined...
Let go into the Living Stream
that already carries you
LIVE...
June 2014
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Embrace
The Eternal Embrace is a
dynamic Stillness of Being
that holds everything as it is,
with no need to change anything.
We are held in this space of Presence,
the space of Divine Embrace ~
a Vastness that just is...
There is only ever Embrace ~
a deep compassionate Embrace for
all life ~ for all that is ~ as it is...
The Divine embracing Itself in
*every* expression...
We ARE the Embrace
~ embracing Itself
We are fluidly and interchangeably
the Embrace.
Divine Intimacy...
2009
The Eternal Embrace is a
dynamic Stillness of Being
that holds everything as it is,
with no need to change anything.
We are held in this space of Presence,
the space of Divine Embrace ~
a Vastness that just is...
There is only ever Embrace ~
a deep compassionate Embrace for
all life ~ for all that is ~ as it is...
The Divine embracing Itself in
*every* expression...
We ARE the Embrace
~ embracing Itself
We are fluidly and interchangeably
the Embrace.
Divine Intimacy...
2009
Poetry
Celestial Songs...
Prose Poetry is a mystic's music -
Celestial Songs - if you will -
singing the cosmos; poetic
singing the cosmos; poetic
perceptions of Life; the expression
of Conscious Awareness.
of Conscious Awareness.
The Poems below were written
over many years. Many have
arisen from the Silence within,
over many years. Many have
arisen from the Silence within,
and often speak of the Sacred
Silence, "The Beloved",
and the Mystery of Being
that we all are...
Silence, "The Beloved",
and the Mystery of Being
that we all are...
Click on each one to read
"The Beloved's" Romance
Heart-Light Solstice
Intimacy With Deep Silence
Turn...Turn...Turn...
Fracture
The Flame of Stillness
Heart-Light Solstice
Intimacy With Deep Silence
Turn...Turn...Turn...
Fracture
The Flame of Stillness
The Enfoldment
The Fire of Life
The Pull of Light
The Space of Grace
Remembering Who "I" Is
Melt The Story
'THIS' is enough
The Womb of 'The Beloved'
The Heart's Nature
Remembering The Heart
Sacred Flow
Freedom
Abandon Everything
Open Window Meditation
Come to Sit
Stillness-Waiting
Simply Sit
Solstice Liberation
Snowflakes Into Infinity
The Fire of Life
The Pull of Light
The Space of Grace
Remembering Who "I" Is
Melt The Story
'THIS' is enough
The Womb of 'The Beloved'
The Heart's Nature
Remembering The Heart
Sacred Flow
Freedom
Abandon Everything
Open Window Meditation
Come to Sit
Stillness-Waiting
Simply Sit
Solstice Liberation
Snowflakes Into Infinity
Chuck Surface Writings & Illumined Poetry
click on image to read...
Wanderer
Wanderer, your footsteps are
the road, and nothing more;
Wanderer, there is no road,
the road is made by walking.
By walking one makes the road,
and upon glancing behind
one sees the path that will
never be trod again.
Wanderer, there is no road -
only wakes upon the sea...
Antonio Machado
photo above by my father 1952/53
the road, and nothing more;
Wanderer, there is no road,
the road is made by walking.
By walking one makes the road,
and upon glancing behind
one sees the path that will
never be trod again.
Wanderer, there is no road -
only wakes upon the sea...
Antonio Machado
photo above by my father 1952/53
Life is encouraging you to come along...
~ author unknown
~ author unknown
"We're all just walking each other
home..." Ram Dass
home..." Ram Dass
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Header Art:
"An Unexpected Morning
Visit" by - Ted Nasmith
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As far as I am aware this art
has been made available on
the internet by the owner.
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Header Art:
"An Unexpected Morning
Visit" by - Ted Nasmith
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As far as I am aware this art
has been made available on
the internet by the owner.
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Sharp as an icicle! ;-)
ReplyDeleteThank you Chris ;)
DeleteSo beautiful. Thank you for helping me start my morning in a luscious way. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you Maria ~ and may we both continue to see life through the eyes of innocence...
Deleteyou have had all the weather! yes, to spontaneity! yes to wonder. the trick is to keep it alive, to notice it! thanks for the reminder! brrrr.
ReplyDeleteYes, we have! We got 15 inches of snow from Thursday evening to Saturday morning! Oo-wee... Largest snowfall in Feb in history!
DeleteYes, keeping the sense of wonder and curiosity alive; seeing life as if for the first time everyday... Need practice with that one :)
They seem somehow warmer when named ice prisms rather than icicles. I guess, as you say, the experience is in the perception.
ReplyDelete:) ~ I called them that because of the rainbow light that shows through them. Although, when I first spotted them from our house across the street, they were a brilliant gold light, but by the time I got out there to take the picture, the sun had pretty much set - leaving the rainbows in the icicles. And so they reminded me of little prisms :) I thought about calling them frozen tears, but felt that was a little too dramatic :)
DeleteThanks Tracy :) Snow is so magical :)
ReplyDeleteA hard state to maintain. being unaware.
ReplyDeleteYes indeed! Once one has really *seen* it is... :) As you say - "it's not about looking... it IS about seeing..." Love that quote.
DeleteGotta go with the innocent wonder...nothing better than that.
ReplyDelete:) Yeah, rekindling that sense of wonder again in the way we see the world...
DeleteOh these are sparkling prisms to be sure, and the words which accompany them are fine reminders that wonders dwell all around us.
ReplyDeleteThank you Cate :) May we always see the wonders around us!
DeleteLove this... such beauty when light meets water ~
ReplyDeleteThank you Cathy... And icicles refract such beauty that I had not noticed before!
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