posted March 30, 2008 10:56 AM         

Join it, and feel the delight of walking in the noisy street, and being the noise.

Drink all your passion and be a disgrace.

Close both eyes to see with the other eye.

Open your hands, if you want to be held.

Sit down in this circle.

Quit acting like a wolf, and feel the shepherd's love filling you.

At night, your beloved wanders. Don't accept consolations.

Close your mouth against food. Taste the lover's mouth in yours.

You moan, 'She left me.' 'He left me.' Twenty more will come.

Be empty of worrying. Think who created thought!

Why do you stay in prison when the door is so wide open?

Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking. Live in silence.

Flow down and down in ever-widening rings of being.

posted March 30, 2008 11:02 AM         

Unio Mystica

Metaphor is the mark of all Sanskrit. To see metaphors is to read from the book of life. A metaphor is a bridge between peaks. Where there is distinction, metaphor illumines a common identity. Metaphor is meandering as truth is. Sure-footed is light-footed.

We are full. We are brimming. Life unfolds. Worlds overflow. Contemplate beginnings. Once more, with feeling. All of us spinning. Doctors of nothing. Come again, full circle. You are well remembered. All of us beginning.

Love. Begin with Love and you can never go wrong. Take aim at love, and you can never "sin", which is "to miss the mark". Love is lighter than the wind, lighter than the ether. Your arrows will cut fire and fly straight. A single arrow will point you the whole way to the Kingdom, if its aim is true. Begin with love, or repeat history.

The most incredible experiences are not realized until after they are over. During such experiences, guiding spirits shield from our vision all but the moment. Only in time do great lessons come to light. They are given in an instant, to be pondered for an eternity. Contemplation is the high art of devoting oneself to wisdom, and honoring one's experience of the world, by the patient application of thought to the ephemeral moments which impress their significance upon us. When you chew your food, every bite you take makes it easier on your stomach. Without reflection, indigestion. So, in remembering God, let us remember "Him" frequently. In this way, it must be easier to digest His Word for us, our lesson in the world.

Our Father desires only our freedom. He comes only when we beckon Him, and otherwise leaves us free reign. Like a servant, the Lord waits on our command. Such a servant is worthy of reverence, and what deserves reverence, deserves frequent remembrance. For, truly, a man is indebted to his servant, as the beneficiary of his graces. And how much more are we indebted to our Lord, whose graces themselves serve us, and bestow graces beyond themselves? For by means of gifts, more gifts are discovered. Always, the gifts of gifts.

Everything is holy. A line crossed out is a bible unseen. The scriptures are woven with jewels, and all of them rejected. Even to discover them is to reject them. Every discovered jewel is a rejected star. Every star is a rejected sun. Every sun the center of a cosmos. Sages abandon themselves in this orbital dance and are senseless.

Who does not love to write does not write to love. The work one loves is the work of love. When you love what you do, what you do is love. You all have gifts to be discovered. The light that reveals your gifts shines out from within them, and is one with them.

You are not a chronicler, but a composer of songs. There is nothing to be. When it is said, "Be this," or "Be that," you are already "this", you are already "that". It is your voice that speaks. It is your song that would be sung. And it is not a command but a declaration; a declaration of love for "this" or "that". You ask, "But, how will I know when it is love that speaks?" Because love, my friend, always comes singing, gently singing.

I will beg the muses to linger, though the darkness is all but replaced by the light, and the Moon is barely a shadow. But if the muses be silent, I will read and reflect upon their gifts with the deepest gratitude, lest I stray by following my mortal lights. For truth is alive, and speaks only through the mouth of a muse, - and does not speak, but sings. And all that is not sung is dead; untrue and unmoved. Truly, the greatest sages have all been poets and singers of songs. Lesser sages, at their best, sang us a song. And if they had only one song in them, they learned it well, and sang it often. All truth is sung. All truth is poetic. All poetry cryptic. All love is rejoicing. All life is homecoming.

What is to be remembered? Only what is dead. Shall we remember the Lord in this way? Or do we perhaps mean something different, something unique, when we speak of "remembering" the Lord, who is all life? Truly, to "remember" the Lord means only to forget all that is dead and past, and, rather, to dwell in the life of His infinite presence. Shall we remember a person when he or she is with us? Would this not be to neglect our guest? So, a song is well remembered only when it is sung, for that is not to bury it, but to give it new life. Just so, the Lord is well remembered, even resurrected, when we love.

Love. Begin with love and you can never go wrong. Ending in love, you know you've done right. Love is the beginning and end of all good labors, and all true questions. But love does not seek to uncover, only to leave things be. Love knows that all is well.

To open the Ark is not to heed its inscription: "This ark is Love. All you will find inside it is Love. But if you see no Love in this outer form, or in the modesty, the secrecy, of this form, how shall you see it inside?" Love is fond of mysteries, but does not press. Love is not greedy for more than what is revealed. Love will not undress the truth, but patiently seduce her to disrobe. Love love's foreplay. Love is always on the edge of her seat, but never hurries the truth. Love needs no reason or argument to love, and does not seek for something more to love, but is content at all times to find the universe in a grain of sand. The Ark is a Pandora's Box, and Love's inscription is the soft lock upon that box. It is locked for love of you, but the key is granted upon request, also for love.

Let them interpret these and other sayings. All they shall discover is love. All they shall ever learn is love. Let there be interpretations. For true words are many layered, and many secrets go undiscovered when any secret is disturbed. The noonday sun shuts out from our sight a thousand stars. Love keeps all secrets. For the only secret is love, and the only mystery is our ignorance and indifference to love.

The mystery does not trouble itself to confound us, or to be mysterious. Its nature is mystery, so it is infinitely mysterious. But if you ask a sage, he or she will tell you every time, "The answer is love." Love. So light, it floats away on the breath when we call it. So heavy, it comes pregnant with mysteries, desperate for a bed. So fine it can't be seen. So dense it cannot be fathomed. A blinding vision to behold.

Darling one, come again! My wonder. Like a grandmother, let me behold you, grandchild. And run free like a child at your choosing, unbound by love. All your choices are for love. And when you have gorged yourself on love, in one form or another, it is to love's bed that you retire. And both forms of love are divine. Both are prayers well received. All love is divine, and all prayers are holy. For God hears only love, and God hears all love. Even the faintest love is a chorus attended by God. And all that speaks of unholiness speaks to unholiness, and is itself unholy. Do not disturb the mystery. Let the mystery be holy. Leave the questions unhurried. Let the questions be holy.

Love is certain. For, to be certain is to rest, and there is no rest but in love. Only love is at rest. Only love is certain.

Breathe in, when you meet with resistance, and breathe out when you meet with acceptance. The greatest wisdom is simple, as a seed is simple. Every seed can sprout a thousand Vedas, and nourish many nations. True wisdom is self-perpetuating. To grasp it is to be inspired with it. Where the song of love is resonant, it is creative.

Can you sing a hurtful word? Who will permit it in her song? The song of love is melodious, and by its delicacy you shall know it. But harsh tones of accusation do not soothe, and bitter reproaches are clumsily sung. Even to make note of them here would be a disservice, were it not done in the service of love.

Let all lessons not be in vain. Leave them be, if they are learned. All lessons are but the restless spirits of lives already passed, crying only to be left in peace, unreconciled and unresolved; their legacies entrusted to living descendants. You are not your lessons or your karma, though the spirits of your ancestors move within you unperceived. Your heart is a ghost yard, restless and disturbed. Your questions and answers are the plaints and groans of the dead. Relax yourself, and give them peace.

Abandon your lessons, child, and partake of the summer breeze! You have appointments to keep with the flowers and the trees! They have new, adventurous secrets to impart, to whosoever would meet them. Then let the present life inform you! You are not a historian, but a maker of history! In this knowing there is only love, and only love is this knowing. For love is all that is known, and all that can ever be known.

There is no end to God's love for you, and no end of love songs to sing. Only be still, and you shall hear the strains, and they shall move you to dance and sing by themselves. Singing along to this song, you will know you keep synch with the Lord. Dancing, you will know you keep step. Speak of the eternal and your words shall be eternal, immortal. Speak of troubles and your words shall be as dust, shook loose from the soles of His feet. The great work is only interrupted when you doubt yourself, for that is to doubt God's love for you. Speak, then, as the Son of our Lord shines; He does not cease to shine for eclipses. So is my love for you uneclipsed.

We only ever reject ourselves. We only ever reject love. If we had love for ourselves, we would rest safely in that love, and not desire to move from there, in order to heap scorn on another. All we ever want is love, and love is ours to give! Hear this and rejoice! Know your understanding is lifted. And with it, love is lifted from the depths of your spirit, and poured out freely over the parched earth of your soul. You love yourself; tired, beaten down by a thousand ungentle truths; not in glory, but in ruin; not perfected, but incomplete; not the bread, but the flower, ground exceedingly small. You are the child, fit to pass through the narrowest gate.

The Lord gives us all that we have, and is not done giving. Open the gifts of the Lord. Children, do not wonder: All is welcome. All is forgiven. As you ache, I ache for you with you. I'm there, inside you, like a child, welcome or unwelcome. Your contractions are only occasioned by my hastening to you. You, the Virgin Mother, and I, the Lord, your God. To some it is madness, to others a secret bliss. Mother, will you love me, small as I am? Will you carry this child to term? Embrace the formless spirit within this broken form? I, the Lord God, am this child.

God love us! God deliver us! Love is infinite. The only thing is love. The only thing you reject is love. Blessed are the rejected. Loved are they, even as all are loved. But this love is greater in a relative sense, for "The stone that the builder rejected shall be the head stone of the corner." There is nothing to embrace but the Christ, nothing to reject but the Christ. Discard nothing! That which you have in hand is the Christ, and the first stone which must be set. Asking ourselves, "What do I reject? What do I despise?", we locate the stone. Speaking unto the Lord, "This shall I love," we embrace the stone. Silent in our hearts, "Loving the stone," we carry it to the appointed and anointed place. Losing ourselves in love for the stone, we affix it there. Such labor is a joy incomparable. Who labors with the Lord, gives birth to love, and lives in love with love. That which is weakest is wanted. All who grow tired grow strong. To be low is to be flooded in God's love, for God's love must fill all the rivers and channels it runs down, and gather force along the way.

My beloved one, do not trouble yourself to understand this. These mysteries are boundless and not to be circumferenced. There is nothing to know, nothing to be won. All love is free and flows everywhere like the air. Will you only breathe deeply when you draw your last breath?

Alas,
That flesh is hunted,
and taken before its time,
while love grows on trees,
and dies on the vine!

Love is everywhere ripe, and everywhere engenders itself. As you reap it, so is it also sown, as the seeds fall from your lips. To love is not difficult. To love is only to be forgiven. Is it so difficult to be forgiven? Don't ask Saturn. Don't ask Neptune. Ask yourself, if you are given.

You, who hide your beauty under a veil of shame. You are the virgin bride of the Lord, worthy to bear the true prince. Let your tears be for joy. Let His mercy enfold you. There was nothing before, and there is nothing now, but love. Always, it has been so. Only you have desired to hear. Hear me, then. Love me, if you would reject me. And, if not me, love another, for I am in all things, and am not an object to be loved, but the love itself! Only love, love, love, and all accounts shall be balanced, all laws perfectly fulfilled.

Why beat your head against a wall? The only way through it is love. Behold, I shall stand before you in the nakedness of my flesh, and not move from your path until I am fully embraced. My body shall be as an impenetrable wall around the garden of my spirit, and only those who can love the body shall be able to pass through it as spirit. This is the way, the truth, and the life. This is the eternal law of love.

Amen.

posted March 30, 2008 11:32 AM         

If you wish to find the truth and have God/Allah's pleasure and support in it, then avoid being negative and control your temper and anger. If you cannot stop anger, at least do not show it. When you do this, you will please God/Allah and disappoint the devil. You will begin to educate your ego and straighten and shorten your path. Anger is a result and a sign of the ego not being under control, like a mean wild animal untied and uncaged. As you hold your temper, it is as if you put a bridle on its head and barriers around it. You begin then to tame it, teach it how to behave, to obey, so that it cannot hurt others or itself (because it is a part of you).

When this discipline reflects from you, revealing someone who can control his temper and hold his anger, your adversary will be calmed. You will not be reacting to his provocations. You will not be punishing him or responding to his negativity, but ignoring it. This is more effective than punishing him. He may be led to see the reality of his acts, to realize what is fair, and to confess his faults.

What the Seeker Needs

Ibn Arabi, 1200

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posted March 30, 2008 12:43 PM         

I feel that your Higher Self was speaking when you wrote that blog, Stephen.

Beautiful quotes too.

quote:

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Until you become an unbeliever in your own self,
you cannot become a believer in God.

Piousness and the path of love
are two different roads.
Love is the fire that burns both belief and non-belief.
Those who practice Love have neither religion nor caste.

~ Shaikh Abu Saeed Abil Kheir

Whether your destiny is glory or disgrace,
Purify yourself of hatred and love of self.
Polish your mirror; and that sublime Beauty
From the regions of mystery
Will flame out in your heart
As it did for the saints and prophets.
Then, with your heart on fire with that Splendor,
The secret of the Beloved will no longer be hidden.

~ Jami

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posted March 30, 2008 12:49 PM         

If only we could truly feel and understand all each others feelings- then empathy and love would be law in itself....

Perhaps thats the way it was once, perhaps we needed to come here, to experience this reality in order to learn more, to eventually lead ourselves back to oneness and to chose service to self, or service to others; the path of loving each other, or the path of separation?

posted March 30, 2008 01:06 PM         

"We are full. We are brimming. Life unfolds. Worlds overflow. Contemplate beginnings. Once more, with feeling. All of us spinning. Doctors of nothing. Come again, full circle. You are well remembered. All of us beginning."

Moon in Capricorn today. (Mercury, Venus, in Pisces... Mars in Cancer)

posted March 30, 2008 02:38 PM         

Love aches in long absence,
and will not be put away.
It stares hungrily out of my eyes;
possessing me; wanting you.
My pen cant write fast enough,
words enough to woo you.
The pen is not satisfied with writing,
nor the page with being read.
All things cry out for you,
over and beyond themselves,
and their poor uses.
And lips would not be satisfied with kissing,
And limbs can only intertwine so much.

posted March 30, 2008 02:41 PM         

I know when to go out
And when to stay in
Get things done

I catch a paper boy
But things don't really change
I'm standing in the wind
But I never wave bye-bye

But I try
I try

There's no sign of life
It's just the power to charm
I'm lying in the rain
But I never wave bye-bye

But I try
I try

Never gonna fall for
Modern Love
walks beside me
Modern Love
walks on by
Modern Love
gets me to the Church on Time

Church on Time
terrifies me
Church on Time
makes me party
Church on Time
puts my trust in God and Man

God and Man
no confessions
God and Man
no religion
God and Man
don't believe in Modern Love

posted March 30, 2008 02:57 PM         

Sometimes I would see her with her lovers
walking through the Village, the wind
strapped about her ankles.
Simply being, she fought
against the enemies of love and poetry
like Achilles in wrath.
Her tongue was not a lake,
but it lifted her lovers
with the gentle strength of a lake
that lifts a cove of waterlilies --
her blue eyes, the sky above them --
till night fell and the mysteries began.
My friend I love, poet I love,
if you are not reading or writing tonight
on your Underwood typerwriter,
if no one is kissing you, death is real.

posted March 30, 2008 03:13 PM         

turning in my neausea
twisting the knife
taken from the back of a (l)over
plunged into my own womb

posted March 30, 2008 03:22 PM         

trust is overrated;

posted March 30, 2008 03:25 PM         

are you okay, sweet girl?

posted March 30, 2008 03:28 PM         

Other transits occurring today, for subscribers

posted March 30, 2008 03:37 PM         

Don't expect the truth from a liar... especially when they tell you they won't lie...

Thanks. All I need in my life right now is uncompromised honesty.

posted March 31, 2008 08:22 AM         

What exactly defines those bearing this genetic makeup?
Edison-gene children and adults are by nature:

* Enthusiastic
* Creative
* Disorganized
* Non-linear in their thinking (they leap to new conclusions or observations)
* Innovative
* Easily distracted (or, to put it differently, easily attracted to new stimuli)
* Capable of extraordinary hyperfocus
* Understanding of what it means to be an "outsider"
* Determined
* Eccentric
* Easily bored
* Impulsive
* Entrepreneurial
* Energetic

All of these qualities lead them to be natural:

* Explorers
* Inventors
* Discoverers
* Leaders

Those carrying this gene, however, often find themselves in environments where they're coerced, threatened, or shoehorned into a classroom or job that doesn't fit. When Edison-gene children aren't recognized for their gifts but instead are told that they're disordered, broken, or failures, a great emotional and spiritual wounding occurs. This wounding can bring about all sorts of problems for children, for the adults they grow into, and for our society.

I and many scientists, educators, physicians, and therapists believe that when these unique children don't succeed in public schools, it's often because of a disconnect between them — their brains are wired to make them brilliant inventors and entrepreneurs — and our schools, which are set up for children whose brains are wired to make them good workers in the structured environments of a factory or office cubicle.

Those children whom we call "normal" are more methodical, careful, and detail-oriented and are less likely to take risks...

Edison-gene children have their own strengths and limitations: They don't do well in the school environment of repetition, auditory learning, and rote memorization that has been set up for "normal" kids, and they don't make very good bookkeepers or managers. Genetically these kids are pioneers, explorers, and adventurers...

There are many areas in which such people can excel — especially when they make it through childhood with their belief in themselves intact.
http://www.thomhartmann.com/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=374&Itemid=85]http:// www.thomhartmann.com/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=374&Itemid=85]http://www.thomhartmann.com/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=374&Itemid=85[/URL]

The Positive Aspects of AD/HD

Most descriptions of AD/HD focus on the negative aspects and neglect to mention the advantages to having AD/HD. They include:

* Creativity
* High Energy
* Intuitiveness
* Resourcefulness
* Tenacity
* Warm-heartedness
* Trusting Attitude (sometimes too much so)
* Forgiving attitude (sometimes too much so)
* Sensitivity
* Ability to take risks (sometimes too risky)
* Flexibility
* Loyalty
* Good sense of humor

Not all persons with AD/HD have all these traits, but to the extent that there is such a thing as the AD/HD personality this list of positive qualities describes the advantageous side of the AD/HD personality. It should be noted that the problems AD/HD causes can be so severe that these positive qualities never gain full expression or recognition. http://www.drhallowell.com/resources/articles/positive_aspects.html

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posted March 31, 2008 08:51 AM         

"Compassion for the afflicted is an impossibility. When it is really found we have a more astounding miracle than walking on water, healing the sick, or even raising the dead."

"Even the grace of God cannot cure irremediably wounded nature here below. The glorified body of Christ bore the marks of the nails and spear."

"The capacity to give one's attention to a sufferer is a very rare and difficult thing; it is almost a miracle; it is a miracle. Nearly all of those who think they have this capacity do not possess it. Warmth of heart, impulsiveness, pity are not enough."

"The love of our neighbor in all its fullness simply means being able to say to him: "What are you going through?" It is a recognition that the sufferer exists, not only as a unit in a collection, or a specimen from the social category labeled "unfortunate," but as a man, exactly like us, who was one day stamped with a special mark by affliction....The soul empties itself of all its contents in order to receive into itself the being it is looking at, just as he is, in all his truth."

"Difficult as it is to really listen to someone in affliction, it is just as difficult for him to know that compassion is listening to him."

~ Simone Weil

posted March 31, 2008 08:55 AM         

quote:

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"Even the grace of God cannot cure irremediably wounded nature here below. The glorified body of Christ bore the marks of the nails and spear."

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posted March 31, 2008 09:59 AM         

The body of the Christ was crucified for a reason and it was for that very reason it appeared to bare the marks of the sword and spear. Not that it could not be repaired but that it simply was not for a reason

If we look to Mark and John, Jesus tells us that through Faith in Jesus`s Work/Teachings , as God`s emmisary, we will be made whole.Repaired if you will

Mar 10:52 And Jesus said unto him, Go thy way; thy faith hath made thee whole. And immediately he received his sight, and followed Jesus in the way.

John 5:14 Afterward Jesus findeth him in the temple, and said unto him, Behold, thou art made whole: sin no more, lest a worse thing come unto thee.

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