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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...

Tuesday, December 31, 2024

Time Turns...


Something keeps me wakeful.
Something compels me to keep writing -
to tinker with the words I am given
from within...

~

Captives to time -
Time turns into another year -
a difficult passage in view -
with its increasing chaos and intensity.

...no one's immune to the
ongoing energetic chaos that pervades
the planet...

The world changes quickly...
life goes by in a blink...


Mystic Meandering
Dec. 30, 2024

Welcome to a "new" year...
~

Photo - Reflection in Clock face
Mystic Meandering

 

 

Monday, December 30, 2024

The Soul of the Night - Chet Raymo


Photo - The Milky Way - David Peters

It is a thin membrane that separates us from chaos...

The space between the stars is silence. How are we to
understand the silence of the Universe? Beyond the earth's
skin of our thin sky is silent.  Stars blow themselves to
smithereens, we hear nothing...

The fireball of Creation exploded from a pinprick of infinite
energy
- there is no soundtrack - the Universe is silent.

If we converted the radiant energy of stars into sound what 
would we hear?  The static of electrons fidgeting between
energy levels in the atoms of stellar atmosphere;
statistical, indifferent noise...

In the almost perfect vacuum of interstellar space, stars
detonate, meteors blast craters on moons, and planets split
at their seams without sound.

What's up there is just one galaxy after another, magnificent
in their silent turning.....a primeval silence...  The Silence of
that which cannot be named...

Chet Raymo
From:  The Soul of the Night

~

"In a dark time the eye begins to see"
Theodore Roethke

~

Medieval Mystics embraced the darkness...
The Night is our window into the Infinite...
Few people willingly choose to walk the dark path,
to enter the dark woods...

Chet Raymo
From: Soul of the Night

~

Photo - The Milky Way
David Peters



 

Saturday, December 28, 2024

A Cosmic Cosmology...

 


There is no "spiritual"/religious self-improvement program
to measure up to;
no "spiritual" standard to compare our progress with;
achieving lofty goals of "enlightenment" or "non-duality."
Everything is open-ended, boundaryless, freely fluid,
forever fluctuating, uncontained and unconstrained
without dogma or doctrine -
"in-lightened" from within.

This Cosmic Vibration, this "Divine Energy" is an
unborn, inexplicable,
undulating universal energy that just IS -
that has always existed -
that is the gateway to
knowing our true Being...

...to experiencing
a truer Vibration that lies at
the Core of our Being;
the "Mother Energy" of
our Cosmology;
the place of no beginning, or ending,
only the infinity of the ongoing moment.

Experience your Cosmic Origins...
Return to your "roots"; a naked
Luminous, ever-present vibration
of Loving Aliveness...

Entrain with this Divine Vibration,
where the ripples of Love's energy
form and expand,
pulsating the Rhythm within and through you...

Our Cosmic Origin...

Mystic Meandering
2018
_/\_

~

Photo - Mystic Meandering
Cosmic Paperweight






Thursday, December 26, 2024

Silence is a Gate - Dada Gavand

 


In the present competitive commercial society there seems
to be no room for Silence.

Quietude and Silence are not the negation of life, but the
regeneration of it.  Silence is the means to elevate life energy
to a timeless dimension.

We have got to find this unknown dimension of life.  The
whole world is in desperate need of a new-dimensional
consciousness, so that human being can live intelligently,
creatively, spontaneously and lovingly, and not just follow
the ego pursuits mechanically.

Silence is the means and Silence is the end.
Creative Silence is the ultimate challenge.

Silence is the sap that rejuvenates life.
Silence is the source of eternal life.

Dada Gavand
East Indian Mystic


~


Find the Silence and you'll find "God."

Ramakrishna

~

Photo - Mystic Meandering
Full Moon 2022

Wednesday, December 25, 2024

Silence is the Portal of "The Mystery"...


Rendezvous with the Great Silence
through the Inner Window
of your Heart -
the portal of "The Holy Mystery"...

Sit quietly and listen deeply,
with no agenda or expectation,
leaving the Window of your Heart open -
waiting for the Song of "The Sacred"...

Feel the caress of Silence begin,
like a breeze,
inviting you in
with Its gentle breath,
breathing in your Heart...

The Silence is always there
opening Itself to you  - always -
blessing...

Turn inward to the Inner Sanctuary,
bow to The Sacred Silence within and
enter the Cosmic Mystery,
the Ineffable Vastness...

Settle into the Rhythm of the Primordial Silence.
Feel the soft dance of intimacy absorb you,
in this silent rendezvous...

All life, all breath, all death, all movement of life
occurs within the Holy Silence
that enfolds us...

In this intimate embrace of the presence of "The Mystery"
know that everything is living according to its
Natural Order, is following its
Natural Rhythm - the Light and the Dark;
the Rhythm of Life living Itself...
Including the life you think you have created...

All life is being lived by "The Holy Mystery"...

All is the pulse of Silence...

All is the pulse of the Cosmos...


Mystic Meandering
Dec. 24, 2024

_/\_

~

"The Holy"
dwells among us
in us
and through us...

Holy-Holy


~

Photo - Mystic Meandering



 

Monday, December 23, 2024

The Inner Sanctuary - St. Teresa of Avila


There is a secret place.
A radiant sanctuary...

This magnificent refuge is inside you.

Enter

Shatter the darkness that shrouds the doorway.

Be bold.  Be humble.

Put away the incense and forget the incantation
they taught you.  Ask no permission from the
authorities.

Slip away...

Close your eyes and follow your breath
to the still place that leads to the invisible path
that leads you home.

Listen...

Softly, the One you love is calling...

Listen...

At first you will only hear traces of his [her] Voice.
Love letters he [she] drops for you in hiding places -
in the sun dipping down below the horizon,
in the nameless sorrow that fills your heart when you
wake in the night and remember that the world has gone
to war and you are powerless to break up the fight.

Let the idle chatter between friends drop down to
what matters.

Listen...

his [her] Voice will come closer.
A whisper you're almost sure is meant for you
fading in and out of the cacophony of thoughts
clearer in the silent space between them.

Listen...

Be brave and walk through the country of your own
wild heart.
Be gentle and know that you know nothing.

Be still...

Listen...

Keep walking...

Crossing the moat [threshold] between this world and that...

This is The Beloved reclining in the innermost chamber,
waiting for you...

The Beloved has chosen for his [her] dwelling place
the core of your own being because that is the single
most beautiful place in all creation.

Enter the center of your Soul...



Excerpts from the Introduction to:
The Interior Castle
by St. Teresa of Avila
translation by Mirabai Starr

[brackets mine]

~

Vortex Art - Mystic Meandering
2024



 

Saturday, December 21, 2024

Crossing the Threshold - John O'Donohue - for Solstice...


The following piece is an excerpt from a book called 
To Bless the Space Between Us, by Irish poet, philosopher,
author and priest, John O'Donohue

Sara Smeaten shares his words about what it means to move
from one experience to another, to cross into new ways of being,
what it means to end one thing and begin another, and 
ultimately, what it means to trust in the possibility that each
new threshold offers.

He reminds us that change has its own rhythm, its own course...
That it is happening even when we can't see it, and that it
can also be sudden and absolute.  His words are magical
and yet deeply practical


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Change arrives in nature when time has ripened.  There are no
jagged transitions or crude discontinuities.  This accounts for the
sureness with which one season succeeds another.  It is as though
they were moving forward in a rhythm set from within a continuum.

So often we opt to continue the old pattern, rather than risking the
danger of difference.  We are also often surprised by change that
seems to arrive out of nowhere.

We find ourselves crossing some new threshold we had never
anticipated.  Like Spring secretly at work within the heart of winter,
below the surface of our lives huge changes are in fermentation.
We never suspect a thing.  Then when the grip of some long-
enduring winter mentality begins to loosen, we find ourselves
vulnerable to a flourish of possibility and we are suddenly
negotiating the challenge of a threshold.

To acknowledge and cross a new threshold is always a challenge.
It demands courage and also a sense of trust in whatever is
emerging.  This becomes essential when a threshold opens suddenly
in front of you, one for which you had no preparation [or choice].
This could be illness, suffering or loss.  Because we are so engaged
with the world, we usually forget how fragile life can be and how
vulnerable we always are.  It takes only a couple of seconds for
a life to change irreversibly. 
 Suddenly you stand on completely
strange ground and a new course of life has to be embraced.
Especially at such times we desperately need blessing and
protection.  You look back at the life you have lived up to a few
hours before, and it suddenly seems to far away.  Think for a 
moment how, across the world, someone's life has just changed -
irrevocably, permanently, and not necessarily for the better -
and everything that was once so steady, so reliable, must now
find a new way of unfolding...

.....we never know what destiny shapes each life.  The script of
individual destiny is secret; it is hidden behind and beneath the
sequence of happenings that is continually unfolding for us.
Each life is a mystery that is never finally available to the
mind's light or questions. Acceptance of this can free us into
natural courage that casts out fear and opens up our lives to
become voyages of discovery, creativity, and compassion.
No threshold need be a threat, but rather an invitation and a
promise.

.....listen inward with complete attention until you hear the
inner voice calling your forward.  The time has come to cross.

John O'Donohue
via Sara Smeaten


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

In the Universe there are things that are
known and things that are unknown and
in between there are doors.

William Blake

~

Solstice Blessings
as we cross the threshold today

~

Photo - A panoramic view of the Gloucester coast in Mass
Taken by my brother.

It reminded me of a threshold, or an opening/door to 
something beyond...




 

Friday, December 20, 2024

A Sacred Process - Matt Licata - for Solstice


In each moment the sacred process of death and rebirth is
playing out within us
With each breath something in us is
dying: some aspect of who we think we are or what we're
doing here, and idea about how life was going to turn out.
[the loss of your faculties :)]

In the face of this dissolution, the question isn't so much how
can we be reborn, but will we participate in death,  fully, and
with an open heart, paving the way for new forms to emerge,
trusting that rebirth will take place according to a timeline
originating far away in the stars.

In times of transition, our tendency is to rush to rebirth,
 quickly back into the known, in an urgent attempt to cure,
maintain, or heal that which is dying (in us), that which longs
to transform.  It is so natural to resist falling apart in our need
to put it all back together.
[the way it was].

But it is only from the core of the womb of death - a death 
tended to consciously - that re-birth can come into being.

The invitation, then, which we can at times hear clearly,
during the dark of night.....is to not abandon "death" in our
rush to be re-born [into the light].

To not short circuit the intelligence and creativity that death is,
and to remember that rebirth is not possible without the
creativity of dissolution, without the alchemical disintegration.

Allow the death some time to unfold, to share its poetry and
its fragrances, which are not partial, but of a light that is whole.
In those times in our lives when things are being rearranged
and reorganized inside and around us we can attune to what
is truly being asked,
whether is is to cure death and reassemble
the known, or to allow the forms of love safe passage to 
continue their journey...

To give them permission to dance and play and participate
fully in the sacred return...

Matt Licata


~

Photo - Mystic Meandering
Moon thru skylight




 

Wednesday, December 18, 2024

Hold Onto The Thread - William Stafford

 


There's a thread you follow.  It goes among

things that change.  But it doesn't change.

People wonder about what you are pursuing.

You have to explain about the thread.

But it is hard for others to see..

While you hold it you can't get lost.

Tragedies happen; people get hurt

or die; and you suffer and get old.

Nothing you do can do stop time's unfolding.

You don't ever let go of the thread.


William Stafford
From: The Way It Is 1998

William Stafford's journey with words
began most mornings before sunrise.
This simple poem was written 26 days
before he passed.

~

Photo from the Internet
This is an actual bridge (thread) in
Vietnam - held by huge hands...




Monday, December 16, 2024

Real Acceptance - Henry Rollins


If the world gives you the blues, if you wake up in the
middle of the night with waves of fear and senseless
panic washing over you, I am your friend.  If you're
overcome by a desperation that makes your mouth
open for a scream that never comes out but just freezes
your face in mute despair, then you and I have something
in common.  If you can't understand them for the life of
you, even though you've tried so hard, when that
dislocation makes you feel like you're the only one of
your species on the planet, I know I can confide in you.
If this endless ghetto of lies and heart break, this life-
long run of fences and flickering neon signs and night
sweats makes you feel like stopping, just stopping,
wait.  Wait...

You don't have to tell me your name.
You don't have to prove yourself to me.
I accept you...

Henry Rollins


with thanks to Whiskey River

~

Love and Blessings to all who are struggling
in body, mind and spirit...

_/\_
MM
~

Polar Bears Hugging Photo from the Internet



 

Saturday, December 14, 2024

Hold to "The Silence..."





Late at night,
holding my hands over my Heart,
I hold close to The Silence
when all is quiet;
my comfort, companion & Friend.

It's been a couple of years since we've
held each other intimately;
the intimacy of the deep
Silence of Being within...

The abstractions of "non-duality"
do not help me now,
they leave me - untouched, cold.

I'm on a different path now,
that is not yet clear to me...

I want to be deeply touched - by
the Ineffable Mystery - The Silence - at
the core of my Being; to be moved again
by the intimacy of Sacred Silence -
that I once closely knew...

It takes an environment of quietness to quiet the mind -
from the "noise", distractions, and stress of daily living;
accessing a sanctuary of Divine Silence within
so that I may be gently touched by The Mystery
and directly experience Its Fullness....
Not a conceptual Silence - but tangible;
Not an abstraction, but a Living Presence,
that can be touched - that wants to be found...

It waits for you...


Mystic Meandering
Dec. 11, 2024

~

Photo - Mystic Meandering

Thursday, December 12, 2024

The Pulse of Life...

\

Perfect Pulsing Silence...
Utter Stillness...
Breath-giving Life...

This is what I come to sit for;
to sit in utter and complete Silence of Being -
the pulse of Life;
to feel and sense "The Silence",
to feel its Aliveness,
to hear its Song...

Sitting in the silence of not-knowing
puts one in a place of really listening,
with no agenda or expectation,
leaving the space open for "The Silence" to speak,
to calm the mind and soul
and sing Its Song to the Heart...

I listen deeply for the Song of Silence...

A breeze touches my arm gently from the window
inviting me to stop and listen more deeply...

I gaze inward
to "The Song of Silence" within,
that is mirrored
in the sounds of silence in the night,
just outside my window...
It's all the same Silence, infusing everything...

I feel "The Rhythm" of Silence begin -

I bask in my chair
listening to the pulsing Silence
within and without,
feeling Its familiar Rhythm
through my body,
feeling the dance of intimacy begin again...

Nothing disturbs The Silence...
Nothing disturbs the depth of It...
Nothing prevents Its Song
from being sung ~

In this intimate Silence I am reminded that
everything occurs within this Divine Silence.
All life, all breath, all death...
 All movement occurs within this vast space of Silence
that WE  ARE...

In "The Sacred Silence"
I know everything is living according to Its
natural order - is following Its natural order,
including this life I call mine...

All life is being lived
by the hush of this Ineffable Mystery...
that birthed the Cosmos...

All is the pulse of the Great Silence ~
the Pulse of Life ~


Mystic Meandering
Meditative Writings
May 2011
updated Dec 12, 2024

~

I know I've posted this one many times,
under a different title,
but *I* needed to hear it again :)
to type it out...
And actually made some changes...
May it soothe your Soul...

_/\_


 




 

Tuesday, December 10, 2024

The Decline of My So-called life - a meandering...


The other day I got up as usual and did the usual morning routine
with my sister - I'm her caregiver...

I went upstairs to post a blog post - and needed to prepare
several photos for posting.

I sat in front of the computer, just staring at the screen,
not knowing what to do...

I had totally forgotten how to prepare a photo -
what the steps were.

I sat several minutes, blank, until I started to *try* to
 figure it out again...

I couldn't make my mind work!

I tried different things on the computer
until I began to recognize the steps...

It was a shock to me that my mind could do this! -
could go totally blank on something I've done
for 15 years!

I'll be honest, no amount of "spiritual practice" can
prepare you for the sudden, startling awareness of
your mind's (and body's ) decline -
"spirituality" will not save you
from the natural order of life and death...

It starts off slowly - forgetting this or that,
a memory here, a word or name there;
where you put this or that thing, finding it
eventually, but not in its usual place...

Nothing can prepare you for the frustration of
your decline...
When your legs don't want to work-
and you stumble and bumble across the floor;
Thoughts of wheelchair enter your mind -
or having to move to a one level home -
even worse - assisted living...

My once "got it all together", 
"I'm on top of things" life
is falling apart,
a little at a time -
has been for several years.

Then suddenly there's a cliff - and
Humpty Dumpty starts falling off the wall.
What's worse is I'm aware of it - and know

that: all the king's horses and all the king's men
will not be able to put "me" together again...

And so I breathe,
and try to remember 
that there is a Deeper Reality
beyond my experience,
and try to rest there...

But I wonder if I will forget that too...


Mystic Meandering
Dec. 8, 2024


At least I can still write -
writing is my "therapy"
when falling apart :)
although the poetry
doesn't emerge 
like it used to...





 

Sunday, December 8, 2024

Aging's Different Light - Lisel Mueller

 


Doctor, you say there are no halos
around the streetlights in Paris
and what I see is an aberration
caused by old age, an affliction.
I tell you it has taken me all my life
to arrive at the vision of gas lamps as angels,
to soften the blur and finally banish
the edges you regret I don't see,
to learn that the line I called the horizon
does not exist, and sky and water,
so long apart, are the same state of being.
Fifty-four years before I could see
Rouen cathedral is built
of parallel shafts of sun,
and now you want to restore
my youthful errors: fixed
notions of top and bottom,
the illusion of three-dimensional space,
wisteria separate
from the bridge it covers.
What can I say to convince you
the Houses of Parliament dissolve
night after night to become
the fluid dream of the Thames?
I will not return to a universe
of objects that don't know each other,
as if islands were not the lost children
of one great continent.  The world
is flux, and light becomes what it touches,
becomes water, lilies on water,
above and below water,
becomes lilac and mauve and yellow
and white and cerulean lamps,
small fists passing sunlight
so quickly to one another
that it would take long, streaming hair
inside my brush to catch it.
To paint the speed of light!
our weighted shapes, these verticals,
burn to mix with air
and change our bones, skin and clothes 
to gases.  Doctor,
if only you could see
how heaven pulls earth into its arms
and how infinitely the heart expands
to claim this world, blue vapor without end.

Lisel Mueller
1924-2020

Original title - "Monet Refuses Operation"

~

This poem was written about the painter Claude Monet
who had cataracts.  When his doctor wanted to perform
cataract surgery, Monet refused.  He wanted to paint light.
He saw the blurred edges of everything as interconnection.

from Awakin.org

Photo - Mystic Meandering
street light through ice on window...



Friday, December 6, 2024

What are we? - Misc

 


A fleeting, intricate presence riding a tiny speck of water and
rock, out here in the dark, sailing the ship of wonder ever
more deeply into the void from which we came, that is our
true home and mysterious destination.

Whitley Strieber  & Jeffrey J. Kripal
The Super Natural: A New Vision of the Unexplained

Photo - Johannes Plenio 

with thanks to Love Is  A Place




A person is a fluid process, not a fixed and static entity; a flowing
river of change, not a block of solid material; a continually changing
constellation of potentialities, not a fixed quantity of traits.

Carl Rogers
Becoming a Person

With thanks to Love Is A Place

Photo - Mystic Meandering





We are slowed down sound and light waves; a walking bundle of
frequencies tuned into the cosmos.

We are souls dressed up in sacred biochemical garments and
our bodies are the instruments through which our souls play
their music.

Albert Einstein

with thanks to Love Is A Place


Photo Mystic Meandering





A person is neither a thing nor a process, but an opening
through which the Absolute can manifest.

Martin Heidegger
Love Expands


With thanks to Love Is A Place


Photo - Mystic Meandering

Wednesday, December 4, 2024

Matter and Spirit - Misc...


Of what is the body made?  It is made of emptiness and rhythm.
At the ultimate heart of the body, at the heart of the world, there
is no solidity.  Once again, there is only the dance.

At the unimaginable heart of the atom, the compact nucleus,
we have found no solid object, rather a dynamic pattern of
tightly confined energy vibrating perhaps 1022 times a second:
a dance...

George Leonard
excerpt from Wake up and Laugh

with thanks to Love is a Place

Photo - Mystic Meandering



In the point of rest at the center of our being, we encounter a 
world where all things are at rest in the same way.  Then a tree
becomes a mystery, a cloud a revelation, each man a cosmos of
whose riches we can only catch glimpses...

Dag Hammarskjold
Swedish Diplomat

with thanks to Love is A Place

Photo - Mystic Meandering



The spiritual world is one single spirit who stands like unto
a light behind the bodily world and who, when any single
creature comes into being, shines through it as through a 
window.  According to the kind and size of the window,
less or more light enters the world..

Aziz Nasafi
Persian mystical thinker

with thanks to Love is a Place

Photo - Mystic Meandering




All that lives is spirit and all that dies is matter;
and all that dies in spirit is matter and all that lives
in matter is spirit...

Hazrat Inayat Khan
Sufi Mystic
from - The Mysticism of Sound and Music

With thanks to Rays

Photo - unknown


 

Monday, December 2, 2024

What Calls to You? - Dorothy Hunt


How does the Sacred call to you?  Through deep longing?
Through loving? Through the birth of an infant or the death of
a beloved friend? Through the silence of a forest or the
magnificence waves crashing at sea? Through a teacher or
teaching?  A guru or a God?  A scripture or a spiritual traditions?
Through art, poetry, music? Playing with your dog, sitting with
your cat?  Through a meditation practice or practice of service? Or
does the Sacred calling come when you are most desperate, most
vulnerable, unable to know what to do, where to go, how to address
the pain you are suffering or the suffering you see all around you?
Does it call you to your knees when you don't know where else
to turn?

What if the Sacred is actually calling us every moment: Come; see!
See what you are, what this moment is.  Come back Home.
Return - again and again and again!

Many of us think that a sacred calling is a calling to "do." but my
sense is that the Sacred calls us to "be,"and in the "being" the doing
 happens spontaneously. 
.
Being a human expression of life does not mean we have no
perception of choice, or of  moving toward or away from our
experience of the Sacred, toward or away from what is most true
within.  Rather than a calling to be something, perhaps the Sacred
is calling us to be, to see, to respond from what is most sacred 
within us.  Perhaps the Sacred calling calls us to come out  of
hiding - hiding our true self, hiding our true radiance, hiding the
Light that is here shining...

How does the Sacred call to you?  What does it beckon you to
discover, to sense, to be?  Perhaps the Sacred calling is not your
life's work. but discovering who/what is actually living life - your
life, to be precise!  

Dorothy Hunt
Buddhist Teacher

with thanks to No Mind's Land

Photo - taken by my brother off Salisbury Beach, Mass