A deep rhythm of sadness
arises from my heart...
unexpectedly,
spontaneously...
arises from my heart...
unexpectedly,
spontaneously...
It rises even though
I "know"
that before thought and feeling
"I" am Eternal Beingness.
I "know"
that before thought and feeling
"I" am Eternal Beingness.
The rhythm of sadness
is not assuaged
with the knowledge
that "I am That"...
is not assuaged
with the knowledge
that "I am That"...
It will not be held back, suffocated
by the sand bags of knowledge of
"the teachings,"
from the caverns of the mind...
by the sand bags of knowledge of
"the teachings,"
from the caverns of the mind...
It matters not to
"The Eternal"
that sadness and grief
arise in this mechanism called
"me",
like the tides of the ocean,
rising and falling
in a darkened harbor;
felt not seen...
"The Eternal"
that sadness and grief
arise in this mechanism called
"me",
like the tides of the ocean,
rising and falling
in a darkened harbor;
felt not seen...
It is held in the embrace of "The Eternal"
breathing me...
breathing me...
It just is - sadness,
rising and falling
through
me
rising and falling
through
me
I follow the rhythm of sadness
breathing into the Heart
where it meets
The Rhythm
breathing into the Heart
where it meets
The Rhythm
of
"The Eternal"
and slowly
becomes
"The Eternal"
and slowly
becomes
rivulets
of energy;
just energy,
decreasing in
intensity.
of energy;
just energy,
decreasing in
intensity.
Only to rise again,
on the next tide...
on the next tide...
Mystic Meandering
updated version 2/3/2021
updated version 2/3/2021
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Sadness is not something you need to fix,
cure, or transform. It need not be healed, but held.
You need not shift sadness into some "higher" state, or
apply teachings so that it will yield into something else.
For it is complete and pure on its own.
cure, or transform. It need not be healed, but held.
You need not shift sadness into some "higher" state, or
apply teachings so that it will yield into something else.
For it is complete and pure on its own.
With the fire of awareness and the ally of your breath,
touch your heart...
touch your heart...
Go on a journey into the core of the feeling, the sensation,
the images, and the raw, shaky life that is longing to be held.
the images, and the raw, shaky life that is longing to be held.
And listen.
It is by way of this journey that sadness will be revealed to
be what it is, a bridge into the universal heart, a messenger
of power, mercy, and fierce compassion...
be what it is, a bridge into the universal heart, a messenger
of power, mercy, and fierce compassion...
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