No one lives life...
Disguised since childhood
haphazardly assembled
from voice and fears,
and little pleasures,
we come of age
as masks...
Disguised since childhood
haphazardly assembled
from voice and fears,
and little pleasures,
we come of age
as masks...
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And though we strain against
the deadening grip of daily necessity,
I sense there is this mystery.
All life is being lived.
the deadening grip of daily necessity,
I sense there is this mystery.
All life is being lived.
Who is living it then?
Is it the things themselves,
or something waiting inside them,
like an unplayed melody in a flute?
Is it the things themselves,
or something waiting inside them,
like an unplayed melody in a flute?
Is it the winds blowing over the water?
Is it the branches that signal
to each other?
Is it the flowers
interweaving their fragrances
or streets, as they wind through time?
Is it animals, warmly moving,
or the birds that suddenly rise up?
Who lives it, then?
Is it the branches that signal
to each other?
Is it the flowers
interweaving their fragrances
or streets, as they wind through time?
Is it animals, warmly moving,
or the birds that suddenly rise up?
Who lives it, then?
God, are you the one
who is living life?
who is living life?
Rainer Maria Rilke
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Life is the movement of "The Mystery"
Life is the manifestation of "The Mystery."
Life ItSelf is "The Mystery" in movement
with ItSelf in form.
The Formless *is* Form...
We are held in the embrace of "The Mystery."
*It* wants to be known and seen.
*It* wants to be known and seen.
*It* wants to play in the seeing of ItSelf.
In looking into "The Mystery" there is a
sense of intimacy.
And there is only deep, deep Love looking back.
We are held in the intimate gaze of
"The Mystery",
like the intimate gaze of lovers seeing
*into* each other,
seeing *beyond* each other,
seeing beyond the persona, the mask,
into the depths of Pure Being.
sense of intimacy.
And there is only deep, deep Love looking back.
We are held in the intimate gaze of
"The Mystery",
like the intimate gaze of lovers seeing
*into* each other,
seeing *beyond* each other,
seeing beyond the persona, the mask,
into the depths of Pure Being.
Mystic Meandering
Meditative Writings
January 2009
Meditative Writings
January 2009
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Photo - Shadow of Bamboo leaves
creating a face against a reflection
of a rainbow crystal on the wall...
creating a face against a reflection
of a rainbow crystal on the wall...
Another quotation from Rainer Maria Rilke:
ReplyDelete“Extensive as the ‘external’ world is it hardly bears comparison with the depth- dimensions of our inner being, which does not need even the spaciousness of the universe to be, in itself, almost unlimited. It seems to me, more and more, as though our ordinary consciousness inhabits the apex of a pyramid whose base in us...broadens out to such an extent that the farther we are able to let ourselves down into it, the more completely do we appear to be included in the realities of the earthly and, in the widest sense universal existence, which are not dependent on time or space.”
Thank you Ron!
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