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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...

Monday, February 27, 2017

The Mystery That She Is - Chuck Surface


Whatever words you can speak of Her,
Are no more than sounds,
Echoing through The Mystery that She is.

Whatever image you may hold of Her,
Is mere imagination,
Appearing within The Mystery that She is.

Whatever concepts the mind births,
Are mere apparitions,
Conceived within The Mystery that She is.

But... the Longing in your Heart,
That ache, more ancient than time,
That, my friend, is Real.

For it does not arise from you,
Being a Gift of Love, immeasurable,
Placed there by The Beloved Herself.

Unspoken.
Unseen.
Beyond conception.

A Perfume, lingering, of Unutterable Beauty,
A heartbreaking memory of Love known,
And then, tragically forgotten.

A Longing that will, in time,
Carry you beyond time,
Where word, image, and concept, cannot go.

A Longing that will Blossom within you,
Until The Mystery that She is,
Becomes inseparable from, Shining within...

The Mystery that you are.


Chuck Surface





Friday, February 24, 2017

Blissful Comfort...


Leaning back into the soft-pillowed chair...
Feeling the warmth of the morning sun on my face...
I turn inward...consciously,
towards "The Divine",
however named, however known,
and wait...
for "Her" gentle movement
to stir within,
signaling Her
subtle Presence...

In the Deep Quiet,
I feel Her vibration, Her Aliveness
pass through
the visceral senses;
only vanishing from organic awareness
at the slightest attempt
to hold Her here
in the mind...

But She is Here -
a palpable Presence in the body,
effervescing
through
my
whole
Being.

She
is
my
whole
Being!

I can do nothing but
be immersed in
the softness of
Her Bliss ~

She arrives by Grace
then subtly takes Her leave;
leaving only a sweet trace,
a warm afterglow,
of Her Divine Perfusion...

Blissful morning comfort...

Mystic Meandering
Feb 22, 2017

~

Note:  When I use the terms "Her"/"She", it does not refer
to an entity as such, like "God" or "Goddess"; is neither
male nor female.  It is, in my experience, an Ineffable Presence,
an "energetic signature", if you will, of "The Mystery" - which
has many names - that to me has a felt sense of being "feminine"
in nature; which of course is completely subjective,
but experienced by many...

_/\_

A Humble Lover of "The Mystery"

~

Photo - Vortex Art with fingers
and Craypas oils
2011


Wednesday, February 22, 2017

Plumb the Depths of Being...


Do not be afraid to
plumb
the
depths
of your Being;
or what you have believed
to be the Truth...
Question
everything
you
have
learned.

Take the journey deeply inward
to your beginnings - and endings;
to the Silent hum
in the Heart
of all Life
that sings,
and
see
for
your
self.

There are many caravans to follow,
those aspiring to "enlighten" you
with their words,
left like firewood to light your way,
along the road...

But only in Sacred Silence can the journey be made
to the Heart of Being;
to discover the depths of Being - of Primordial Love...
the depths of That which you are;
That which wants to
live,
express,
and Love

Here...


Do not let fear stop your descent
into the inner Vastness;
the Deep Ocean
of your illumined
Heart...

Be still,
and open...

Follow the plumb line
of your breath,
past the Furies and the Sirens
into the soft ebullience
of Love...
and quiet Joy,
waiting for you,
like ethereal
liquid pools
of Light
drawing
you
in

Rest Here

In
the
depths
of
this
Alive
Silent
Loving
Awareness

Listen to the endless
Rhythm already
holding
you
in the cradle
of the Heart...

Feel
the
pervasive
Divine Presence
of Life
in
the
depths of
Sacred
Silence
within
that animates
every cell,
every atom,
every sound,
every thought,
every feeling ~
until you know
THIS
as
your
Self

Simply Living...

_/\_

Mystic Meandering
April 17, 2012


A Humble Lover of "The Mystery"

~

Photo - Vortex Art
done with fingers and craypas oils
2012



Monday, February 20, 2017

Love Awaits You - Christiane Singer


When there is nothing left,
when you are on your last adventure,
in deteriorating descent,
[from disease/illness]
the mystery of suffering
[is that it] takes you to transparency

where there is only Love...
...liberates the power of Love...
in our lives...

All the dams break and
there is nothing but Love
all around you...


At the end of the worst,
Love awaits you...


There is nothing to fear
...receive Love...

Love is not an emotion,
it is the substance of life itself.


Christiane Singer
French Writer/Novelist

Excerpts from her video
"The Gifts of Suffering"


~

She writes:
I wrote a book on Les Ages de la vie.  I tried to show these
metamorphoses of being in the course of life.  It is obvious
that all this is only valid if one has learned to die in the course
of existence.  And these occasions are given us so often.
All crises, separations, and diseases, and all forms,
everything, everything, everything,
all invites us to learn and leave behind.
Death will take away only what we wanted to possess.
The rest, it has no hold on the rest.
And it is in this progressive deprivation that an
 immense freedom is created...

Christiane died of Cancer in 2007 at the age of 64



Thursday, February 16, 2017

Divine Courage - Hafiz


We have not come here to take prisoners
but to surrender ever more deeply
to freedom and joy.
We have not come into this exquisite world
to hold ourselves hostage from love...

Run my dear, from anything
that may not strengthen
your precious budding wings.

Run like hell, my dear,
from anyone likely to put a sharp knife
into the sacred, tender vision
of your beautiful heart...

[.....]

For we have not come here to take prisoners,
or to confine our wondrous spirits,
but to experience ever and ever more deeply
our divine courage, freedom, and Light!


Hafiz

Excerpt from:
"We Have Not Come To Take Prisoners"


Photo: Mandala Art digitally altered



Tuesday, February 14, 2017

Caverns of the Heart...


How does one express
what is unspeakable
when the deep caverns
of the Heart, once closed,
open...
and...
Primordial Love begins
its ascent...

 "Love"
emerges
from an unfiltered,
unguarded space
where Pristine Love ItSelf
breathes
the
Rhythm of the Heart.

Sitting on the clef of this new Inner Rhythm
the word "Love" hardly seems adequate,
as this "Rhythm" has much more
depth, richness and fullness...
where
one experiences the Breath of the Formless
breathing ItSelf through the Heart;
a soft, clear Rhythm
continuously
unfolding ItSelf in the caverns of the Heart,
wave by wave...

It is a synchronous Rhythm of
Form and Formlessness;
Pure Sublimeness,
and much, much more...

It is the human heart entraining
with the Primal Rhythm of
the Heart of Pure Being;
felt as endless Openness, Bliss
and Aliveness,
much more profound
than the word "love"
can possibly convey -
as we experience it
in manifest existence...

There are of course no words
to truly describe the experience
of unconditional Primordial Love...
as words are only phantoms of our
felt experience...

There is only the visceral sense of an
undulating Rhythm
rising from the deeply lit caverns of the Heart
experienced as "Love..."

Wondrously Inexpressible...


Mystic Meandering
June 22, 2015

_/\_

A Humble Lover of "The Mystery"


Photo: A picture of my hands/fingers
held together up to the sunlight, turned on its side...
Light seeping through the cracks
in what looks to me like caverns of the Heart...
(my interpretation of course :)



Saturday, February 11, 2017

Only Breath - Rumi



Not Christian or Jew, or Muslim, not Hindu
Buddhist, Sufi or Zen...

Not any religion or cultural system.

I am not from the East
or the West,
not out of the ocean
or up from the ground,
not natural or ethereal,
not composed of elements at all.

"I" do not exist,
am not an entity in this world
or in the next,
did not descend from Adam and Eve
or any origin story.

My place is the placeless,
a trace of the traceless.

Neither body or soul.

I belong to The Beloved,
have seen the two worlds as one
and that one call to and know,
first, last, outer, inner,
only That Breath breathing
human being.

Rumi


recited by Coleman Barks



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Thursday, February 9, 2017

The Inner Cosmos...


Give no regard to the voice of Fear that
divides you and conflicts you;
whether from within or without...

Walk as if the Divine were in your shoes,
walking you -
The Inner Cosmic Divine;
undivided by earthly "tribes"
of culture and religion,
earthly boundaries,
or the divided mentations of
mediocre minds;
yours and others.

Fall into the Inner Rhythm of
the Universal Eternal Being,
the ubiquitous Divine Presence
inherently everywhere at all times,
fluidly in and through all life.

Do not listen to the 10,000 teachings
in your head that you have
accumulated over the years,
all trying to tell you what is true,
which way to go,
and how to be.

Just sit, be still, breathe, and listen...

for the Inner Cosmic Rhythm,
until you feel the
Inner Cosmos
move
you

Fall into the Deep Internal Silence of the
Inner Cosmos,
beyond artificial boundaries and lines,
beyond the bluster of buffoons and bullies
with mouthfuls of meaningless words...

Just Breathe...

Wait...

for the movement of the
Inner Cosmos to lead you...

Then you will know what is true,
which way to go,
and
how to Be...


Mystic Meandering
Feb. 6, 2017

_/\_


Monday, February 6, 2017

Remembering - again & again...


Sitting in the Sanctuary
of  Silence,
the deep space of  Formlessness
keeps pulling me in,
enticing me to
remember,
to listen
D
E
E
P
L
Y
.
.
.


In this space of Pure Awareness,
beyond thought,
I can feel the intimacy of Silence
once again;
the organic Rhythm,
immersed in its Flow...
Out of which all movement arises
and takes form...

Formlessness-Form
Form-Formlessness,
Not two - yet not one;
not either/or
but
both/and


The Ineffable Mystery


I sometimes call it "The Beloved."
It has many names -
this Aware Silence,
this Hush of The Mystery
that we are,
that we emerged from,
Life ItSelf;
and is no-name as well...


The Unknown


In this Sea of Silence
I remember the feel of
Its Rhythm - again;
the transparency and
boundarylessness
of Its S p a c i o u s n e s s
that just IS...

The Mystery of Life living ItSelf
in/as
the rhythmic
pulse of Living Silence

recognizing ItSelf as "me",
and "me" recognizing It
as my
Self


I had forgotten
this Sacred Silence
that knows us intimately
as ItSelf...
Our pain, sorrow, grief;
our laughter and joy,
are inexplicably
Its own


Inseparable


It knows our shadow
and embraces
all darkness
as Its own -
because
It is
Its own

Light

that knows
no darkness

The grief, the loss,
the sadness, the suffering,
the woundings...
ALL Its own;
feeling what we feel,
experiencing what we experience
as ItSelf...

Ever-present
Ever-aware
Ever-open
to all experience

Not a cold, conceptual,
hollow vacuum of Nothingness...

But the A L I V E N E S S of Life ItSelf
intimately living ItSelf...
OMing pre-Existence into Existence...
Breathing ItSelf into Life...
into every wound of pain
and suffering
with Its soft caress...

Aware Living Silence
knows our Hearts
as Its own,
and dances with
Joy
in
the
delight
of
knowing
it
.
.
.


I have forgotten THIS - many times...
The feel of this deep Love
in Its complete and utter Embrace:
Its total enfoldment
Its inclusiveness
of all that we are;
forgotten the once known
innocence of
being touched
by the
Depth
of

Love
in the
Heart of

"The Mystery"

~

Mystic Meandering
April 11, 2015

A Humble Lover of "The Mystery"

_/\_




Saturday, February 4, 2017

"Mystical Alchemy"...



We are born from the fathomless Cosmic "darkness,"
the Eternal Depths of the Primordial Womb
before Light began...
from which Light emerged;
a mystery...

Without knowing how or why...
We simply are...
Life ItSelf - simply being...

Born of the Ineffable Mystery,
the Cosmic Igniter of the Divine Flame
ignites the Ember of our Heart
through the remembrance of Love ~
in "Mystical Alchemy."

Without the need for certainties of the mind,
or intellectual "understandings."
Only visceral awareness of the
Presence of Divine Love
Illuminating the Heart
through Grace...

Pure Bliss...
Pure Blessing...

~

Ever in Gratitude,
a humble Lover of The Mystery...
_/\_

Mystic Meandering
Feb. 2, 2017



Thursday, February 2, 2017

Humble Lovers of The Mystery - Nepo, Rumi, Bhagavad Gita


I don't know why I was born
with this belief in [awareness of] something
deeper and larger than we can see.
But it's always called.  Even as a boy [child],
I knew that trees and light and sky all point
to something timeless...
I have spent my life listening to that
and filtering it through my heart.
This listening and filtering is the music
of my soul, of all souls.
After sixty years, I've run out of ways
to name this...
Even now my heart won't stand still...

Mark Nepo
(Jewish)

~

Both light and shadow
are the dance of love.
Love has no cause;
it is the astrolabe of God's secrets...
Lover and loving are inseparable
and timeless...

Although I may try to describe Love,
when I experience it, I am speechless.
Although I may try to write about Love,
I am rendered helpless;
my pen breaks, and the paper slips away
at the ineffable place
where Lover, Loving and Loved are one.

Every moment is made glorious
by the light of Love.

Rumi
(Sufi Muslim)

~

Still your mind in me, still yourself in me,
and without a doubt you shall be united with me,
Lord of Love, dwelling in the heart...

Bhagavad Gita
Chapter 12 excerpt
(Hindu Scripture)

~

Photo - Buddha Heart