The Dressing Room
This page will be devoted to the numerous and various portals, doors, windows and yes crevices that usher & open to the flow of the invisible sensible tangible "Universe" which tends to allude though beckons persistently & patiently . It's faith is absolute!
What you will discover here is prose and the lovely poetry of those wizened in their pursuit for the ineffable, the eternal, the subtle, the wisdom yearned for the ability to transcend & create with the boundless mystery, waiting to be taken by the hand & brought forth for all to bear witness to the possibility of becoming one with this " Cosmic Universe" that belies everything. There is no gap in the union only thought! Images and Ideas will lie upon these pages, others & my own, this path too will evolve along its way. Stay tuned!cb
" There is a crack in everything, it's how the light gets in." L. Cohen*
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What you will discover here is prose and the lovely poetry of those wizened in their pursuit for the ineffable, the eternal, the subtle, the wisdom yearned for the ability to transcend & create with the boundless mystery, waiting to be taken by the hand & brought forth for all to bear witness to the possibility of becoming one with this " Cosmic Universe" that belies everything. There is no gap in the union only thought! Images and Ideas will lie upon these pages, others & my own, this path too will evolve along its way. Stay tuned!cb
" There is a crack in everything, it's how the light gets in." L. Cohen*
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the robin & the magpie
reflect the invisible.....
in feathers.....
no better no worse
as nature was designed to be.....a mural for us to see ourselves....as once invisible too!
the magpie.......
brings us messages
of intuitive sight......
we are capable of seeing.......the inner world.
A Heart
The heart.....the Glorious heart........to get there what a walk we must endure to the portal Supreme.
It is not the sentimental heart but the pursuit of the mystical heart, the reuniting perhaps to our invisible Origins back to our truest breath.....the first one.
How do we get there.........? Yearning & Longing & Loving & Losing are paths each providing sufficient suffering, collapsing walls that stand between self & Source of all..........Suffering after all, surely must have a purpose. Doesn't it?
The Robins stopped singing yesterday after the hungary Magpie ate their baby. How many of us have stopped singing or perhaps never even knew there was a song to be sung from within............Tenderly I tread on the grounds of my heart in hope of an auspicious wind to bring comfort........& the wisdom sought after. Revelation comes only after the Silence.
A fertile and creative passage............Mysteriously appears......Or is it really mysterious or simply ordinary for creation to carry on in such a manner?
Rumi says:........" Why " says the rose, " should a thorn sadden me, when I grew this laugh because of a thorn? "
To enter and live fully in the heart is our human challenge that sometimes we are up for and sometimes we are not..............Treasure the heart, it is the well, the spring, come back to it time and time again........till leaving is no longer viable. The paradox: Joy & Suffering are brother and sister............Cling to neither: I am instructed by the caravan out ahead ..............
" God sends the wound, God is the wound, God heals the wound. " C.G. Jung
I love the quote above it teaches me everything, it may not touch everyone though its guiding message provides a picture or image if you embrace the wisdom packed within such a profound ground shaking statement.....it challenges the way of thinking, linear in nature which provides little incentive to plunge into the deep waters............portals offer............ I will plunge today, how about you? cb
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my pen
my pen slides along the paper as if it were an old scribe head down in a +scriptorium with a dripping candle writing down the word into the night. i had a poem in mind about yearning and longing that is now lost to me as if i had taken my leave, and the fanfare of my imagination has been overrun with a voice other than my own. i watch as the words fall with ease into place, it’s delicate style one i had not mastered. my pen now on its own sends chills down my spine for all my thinking that it was i who was.......... i surrender to the night and observe the ride the reins dropped to my sides. the writing now furious tells of no time to waste, but waste what i think, is anything ever wasted? “ yes “ a voice say’s back - the pen keeps moving. i look up momentarily and catch a glimpse of myself reflected back as a shadow on the wall. my paper is filling up with a brilliant and sacred epoch as i wonder what is it that moves this pen and would it be so kind to move the shadow on the wall, move that yearning closer to the writer, would it be so kind.
a scent of floral fills the room as the tale unfolds on the paper in front of me. a dreamy air takes the room and a mysterious door opens, i step through and what was, no longer is. my yearning - the prayer of my soul - reaches peak. the candles flame heats the room and by now all the lights in the house are on. the word love pours from my pen, i attempt to arrange it in many forms but am stopped, it is not my say.................... casting the pen aside i muse out loud: is it for love i yearn? the light increase’s. but the thousand steps taken have left me weary in the middle, leaving behind a water fall in the center of my chest. i write till dawn gather the script in my arms, mount the spiral stair to study the mystery and there i learn of us, oh christ, i chant who might thee be who speaks thru me? if it is you i yearn then why must i yearn your presence near. remove your robe woman & reveal to love. wearily i return to my writing table and jot down the final message of the night turned dawn, and there in my shadow you sit - love cb.
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Life Love Death
All that occurs in a life is rooted in love!
Life & Death provide the alpha & the omega
the time frame from which we are granted all the various faces of love
experienced or lack of experience rooted in love
Love " is "the only story
ee cummings in his mystically insightful poem" i carry your heart with me "tells this.....
......here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
To awaken is the call it seems & if anything is gonna rattle our bells it is love,
the cry for love the joy of love the giving of love or not . Being empty of love or
perhaps no map of how it looks or feels......void........deadened.....horrified @ the thought
of opening...........obstacles to be met are great pathways into the heart & soul of the matter of life and death.
Love got us here...now what?
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It is not the sentimental heart but the pursuit of the mystical heart, the reuniting perhaps to our invisible Origins back to our truest breath.....the first one.
How do we get there.........? Yearning & Longing & Loving & Losing are paths each providing sufficient suffering, collapsing walls that stand between self & Source of all..........Suffering after all, surely must have a purpose. Doesn't it?
The Robins stopped singing yesterday after the hungary Magpie ate their baby. How many of us have stopped singing or perhaps never even knew there was a song to be sung from within............Tenderly I tread on the grounds of my heart in hope of an auspicious wind to bring comfort........& the wisdom sought after. Revelation comes only after the Silence.
A fertile and creative passage............Mysteriously appears......Or is it really mysterious or simply ordinary for creation to carry on in such a manner?
Rumi says:........" Why " says the rose, " should a thorn sadden me, when I grew this laugh because of a thorn? "
To enter and live fully in the heart is our human challenge that sometimes we are up for and sometimes we are not..............Treasure the heart, it is the well, the spring, come back to it time and time again........till leaving is no longer viable. The paradox: Joy & Suffering are brother and sister............Cling to neither: I am instructed by the caravan out ahead ..............
" God sends the wound, God is the wound, God heals the wound. " C.G. Jung
I love the quote above it teaches me everything, it may not touch everyone though its guiding message provides a picture or image if you embrace the wisdom packed within such a profound ground shaking statement.....it challenges the way of thinking, linear in nature which provides little incentive to plunge into the deep waters............portals offer............ I will plunge today, how about you? cb
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my pen
my pen slides along the paper as if it were an old scribe head down in a +scriptorium with a dripping candle writing down the word into the night. i had a poem in mind about yearning and longing that is now lost to me as if i had taken my leave, and the fanfare of my imagination has been overrun with a voice other than my own. i watch as the words fall with ease into place, it’s delicate style one i had not mastered. my pen now on its own sends chills down my spine for all my thinking that it was i who was.......... i surrender to the night and observe the ride the reins dropped to my sides. the writing now furious tells of no time to waste, but waste what i think, is anything ever wasted? “ yes “ a voice say’s back - the pen keeps moving. i look up momentarily and catch a glimpse of myself reflected back as a shadow on the wall. my paper is filling up with a brilliant and sacred epoch as i wonder what is it that moves this pen and would it be so kind to move the shadow on the wall, move that yearning closer to the writer, would it be so kind.
a scent of floral fills the room as the tale unfolds on the paper in front of me. a dreamy air takes the room and a mysterious door opens, i step through and what was, no longer is. my yearning - the prayer of my soul - reaches peak. the candles flame heats the room and by now all the lights in the house are on. the word love pours from my pen, i attempt to arrange it in many forms but am stopped, it is not my say.................... casting the pen aside i muse out loud: is it for love i yearn? the light increase’s. but the thousand steps taken have left me weary in the middle, leaving behind a water fall in the center of my chest. i write till dawn gather the script in my arms, mount the spiral stair to study the mystery and there i learn of us, oh christ, i chant who might thee be who speaks thru me? if it is you i yearn then why must i yearn your presence near. remove your robe woman & reveal to love. wearily i return to my writing table and jot down the final message of the night turned dawn, and there in my shadow you sit - love cb.
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Life Love Death
All that occurs in a life is rooted in love!
Life & Death provide the alpha & the omega
the time frame from which we are granted all the various faces of love
experienced or lack of experience rooted in love
Love " is "the only story
ee cummings in his mystically insightful poem" i carry your heart with me "tells this.....
......here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
To awaken is the call it seems & if anything is gonna rattle our bells it is love,
the cry for love the joy of love the giving of love or not . Being empty of love or
perhaps no map of how it looks or feels......void........deadened.....horrified @ the thought
of opening...........obstacles to be met are great pathways into the heart & soul of the matter of life and death.
Love got us here...now what?
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Is the door locked?
Where is the key?
Will you open?
Will you stay?
" The Maker of Love is the Love Maker" cb
I have often wondered silently & asked aloud : "Just who hijacked love anyway? "
It is to Love we return, that maker of ours; after that is, we peel away our very personalized obstacles. The journey en-route. In the meantime we practice the tangled dance of love born of mishap & misstep & mistake & misery......But O! What a portal indeed the washing of illusion & the gift of tears & sooner or later the external road gives way to the internal road.....Destined! Even a Love divine will find a Sorrow...So inward again......through the portal without end.......Johnny Depp's Alice in Wonderland depicts in Costume the work @ hand.......What a metaphor......And explicit Archetypes to witness & observe........We are caught on the big screen.......
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Wise Voices still Speaking
He Asked For Charity: St. FrancisI
God came to my house and asked for charity.
And I fell on my knees and
cried, " Beloved,
what may I
give? "
"Just love, " He said.
"Just love. "*
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It is to Love we return, that maker of ours; after that is, we peel away our very personalized obstacles. The journey en-route. In the meantime we practice the tangled dance of love born of mishap & misstep & mistake & misery......But O! What a portal indeed the washing of illusion & the gift of tears & sooner or later the external road gives way to the internal road.....Destined! Even a Love divine will find a Sorrow...So inward again......through the portal without end.......Johnny Depp's Alice in Wonderland depicts in Costume the work @ hand.......What a metaphor......And explicit Archetypes to witness & observe........We are caught on the big screen.......
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Wise Voices still Speaking
He Asked For Charity: St. FrancisI
God came to my house and asked for charity.
And I fell on my knees and
cried, " Beloved,
what may I
give? "
"Just love, " He said.
"Just love. "*
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I Guess You Won't Mind : Rumi
Great lions can find peace in a cage.
But we should only do that
as a last
resort
So those bars I see that restrain your wings,
I guess you won't mind
if I pry them
open.*
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If you put your heart against the earth with me, in serving every creature, our Beloved will enter you from our sacred realm and we will be, we will be so happy. * Rumi
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Great lions can find peace in a cage.
But we should only do that
as a last
resort
So those bars I see that restrain your wings,
I guess you won't mind
if I pry them
open.*
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If you put your heart against the earth with me, in serving every creature, our Beloved will enter you from our sacred realm and we will be, we will be so happy. * Rumi
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Flowering Reflections:
Stages of Blooming, Unfolding & Opening.
" The Maker of Love is the Love Maker " cb
The image captures well the movement required of the sentient being dying in longing to emerge. So perhaps we too start as a tiny bud before maturation into full bloom & into the Love so beautifully spoken in the poetry of Rumi & St. Francis.
Where do we begin & how do we reclaim our most precious birth right: LOVE.....? The unionizer we started out with.....The freedom -inner- lacking & now find ourselves strapped in tied down like prisoners in our own dwellings....Body & Earth......Without the love we are bound chained & can Only trip over & over & over again & again & again.........I have some ideas.......of the Origins of Separation from Self & Source, without claiming to be the SEER of all.....Evolutionary Astrology is rooted in the notion that @ birth we leave Source and our life is a journey back to source from within our body creating consciousness and aligning us with the wisdom within. With that I will postulate that perhaps the following presents the mountain we each must climb individually as well as collectively................
1) Dualistic/Linear Belief Systems
2) Patriarchal Ideology
Results:
3) Mind/Heart Split
4) Cultural & SocietalInstitutions: Higher education/ Government/ Wall street/ Religious Inst./Consumerism
5) Values spoken but un-lived
(see Love Sonnet on Poetry page)
The dualistic mind......divides and separates, makes right & wrong, good and bad and me against you and you against me.....This mindset is in direct opposition to the Divine, our Source and therefore, our own personal Divinity within. It makes me question and wonder just why, the powers that be love languishing in a solution-less paradigm.....One that denies the lights beam of wisdom for the blasé of darkness that circles the same wagon again and again. Or anyone for that matter? We are out of the Sea of Love this Universe is infused with .......... But I know, the removal of personal obstacles to that Sea within....Lands you in the Sea...........It ain't gone........But there ready to be swam in...........Are you ready to swim?
The image captures well the movement required of the sentient being dying in longing to emerge. So perhaps we too start as a tiny bud before maturation into full bloom & into the Love so beautifully spoken in the poetry of Rumi & St. Francis.
Where do we begin & how do we reclaim our most precious birth right: LOVE.....? The unionizer we started out with.....The freedom -inner- lacking & now find ourselves strapped in tied down like prisoners in our own dwellings....Body & Earth......Without the love we are bound chained & can Only trip over & over & over again & again & again.........I have some ideas.......of the Origins of Separation from Self & Source, without claiming to be the SEER of all.....Evolutionary Astrology is rooted in the notion that @ birth we leave Source and our life is a journey back to source from within our body creating consciousness and aligning us with the wisdom within. With that I will postulate that perhaps the following presents the mountain we each must climb individually as well as collectively................
1) Dualistic/Linear Belief Systems
2) Patriarchal Ideology
Results:
3) Mind/Heart Split
4) Cultural & SocietalInstitutions: Higher education/ Government/ Wall street/ Religious Inst./Consumerism
5) Values spoken but un-lived
(see Love Sonnet on Poetry page)
The dualistic mind......divides and separates, makes right & wrong, good and bad and me against you and you against me.....This mindset is in direct opposition to the Divine, our Source and therefore, our own personal Divinity within. It makes me question and wonder just why, the powers that be love languishing in a solution-less paradigm.....One that denies the lights beam of wisdom for the blasé of darkness that circles the same wagon again and again. Or anyone for that matter? We are out of the Sea of Love this Universe is infused with .......... But I know, the removal of personal obstacles to that Sea within....Lands you in the Sea...........It ain't gone........But there ready to be swam in...........Are you ready to swim?
inner debris
" If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite, For man has closed himself up till he sees all things through narrow chinks in his cavern................." William Blake *
" The Patriarch without its beloved Matriarch is equivalent to the Universe without her Moon "cb
So imagine the masculine without the feminine appearing no different than that of a perennial drought , no moisture no waters no rain no tears no rivers or streams perhaps an occasional drop of liquid gold from the sky........No growth, no blooms, no tide to roll in then take its leave.
When the Patriarchy denies its inherent infinite Feminine self , this exclusion: 1) is a lie. 2) denies the Soul 3) attempts to manipulate reality 4) kills off its own life & that of others................Love Lost .........The banality of such a situation......lifeless....
with but tiny bits doled out, barely to keep a bird alive............Man is made up of masculine & feminine.......Woman too made of masculine & feminine. The drought of harmony of these two natural breathing forces stagnates & cripples the HEART dying to Love...........Love of a musical mystical origin...........Are you afraid? Let us revolt, A revolution of the Heart......I will challenge myself and you to Mastership, To the Mastery of Love. Be the Master of your Heart. Allow its existence what it was meant to be. Start a new relationship with that cavern just below the chin as the head bows. Lets us move into the world from here, here where mind body spirit marry ..... Union.....Give = voice to the M & F. this juice maps its way to the greatest of Love(s)....Ancient Loves & Loves to come......On its way to the Grand Love ........ Mystical.....................! Could this just simply be the Master Plan.............? The Author (I) am on board, shuffling through the debris....This my favored Revolt against the stagnate the stuck a tired out regime whose buffet table has gone stale. This revolt sets free the prisoner.
The Culture/Societal Pressures: A group mind for certain......Over whelming @ best.........antidote: compassion for each their vulnerable humanness. & Blessed Kindness........Drought Drunk we are of simple virtue.
Mind/Heart split: Treasure we do knowledge......an important thing to have............Our less treasured hearts have paid the price & stunted our human potential ......The deeply activated heart......IS a treasure trove!
Teaching the Whole person........Necessary for correct maturation and development : Mind Body & Spirit. " Know thy self "
Said Socrates............Or the "unexamined life is the un-lived life. " said Plato
This is serious business......We will remain SO lost and unhinged from who we truly are and from the Godhead of our Origins......All the talking in the world & moral jabberings and knee bending prayer requests for miracles is NOT enough!
" The intuitive mind is a sacred gift and the rational mind a faithful servant.
We have created a society that honors the servant and has forgotten the gift. "
Albert Einstein
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Excerpt of a letter written by the poet John Keats in 1819 to his brother George & his wife:
Call the world if you Please “ The vale of Soul-making. “....there may be intelligences or sparks of the divinity in millions-but they are not Souls till they acquire identities, till each one is per-sonally itself. Intelligences are atoms of perceptions-they know and they see and they are pure, in short, they are God-how then are Souls to be made?... How, but by the medium of a world like this?... Do you not see how necessary a World of Pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul? A place where the heart must feel and suffer in a thousand diverse ways ....
As various as the lives of men-so various become their souls, and thus does God make individual beings, Souls...of the sparks of his own essence.
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A Heart disconnected from its temporary owner, left to sleep, left untouched, left locked : O what a pity. The Soul making, brought to a halt...@ best..............@ worst: Our deepest breath is forsaken. Our WE is minuscule. Our care & love tempered metered measurable gated. Our view finder perspective: Pin Hole. Our living, suffocated & suffocating. ( all in various degrees of course)
Our RElationship with the captain of the ship muted & in waiting! ( given what it can be )
Our Open Heart: includes the entire Universe.
The caveat: To Open & Maintain the openness is certainly the toughest work the Human Being is up against.
Question: What else is there to do if not Open the Heart? Why else would we be here?
Be inquisitive of the mystery the unseen inside this precious cavern............You!
Sense's as Portals
" if we are seeing through loving eyes the world rises up before us. " John O' Donahue
The mystic Meister Eckhart knew that if our inner sense's were impaired or diminished, that we would be lost to the beauty, gifts, gems, that abide within,each of us! not only some of us, but each of us. To treat our body poorly is to deny its sacramental purpose and nature. Our body and its senses are languages that point us to the deep inner Love we long for. So let us come to our Sense's as a means of making Sense of that which defies language. To offer the Sense's to ones Heart turns the key opens the lock to the intuitive and takes you to theMoon & its safely guarded Secrets. If we embrace the sacredness and holiness of the body our Soul expands.
Our body houses our Sense's.....................
The fearful eye: A threatening view.
The greedy eye: Possessive
The judgmental eye: Harsh ~No enjoyment
The indifferent eye: No calling ~ No awakening
The inferior eye: Everyone greater ~ Miss own treasure
(anam cara)john o' donahue ~~~ ~ ~~~
So imagine the masculine without the feminine appearing no different than that of a perennial drought , no moisture no waters no rain no tears no rivers or streams perhaps an occasional drop of liquid gold from the sky........No growth, no blooms, no tide to roll in then take its leave.
When the Patriarchy denies its inherent infinite Feminine self , this exclusion: 1) is a lie. 2) denies the Soul 3) attempts to manipulate reality 4) kills off its own life & that of others................Love Lost .........The banality of such a situation......lifeless....
with but tiny bits doled out, barely to keep a bird alive............Man is made up of masculine & feminine.......Woman too made of masculine & feminine. The drought of harmony of these two natural breathing forces stagnates & cripples the HEART dying to Love...........Love of a musical mystical origin...........Are you afraid? Let us revolt, A revolution of the Heart......I will challenge myself and you to Mastership, To the Mastery of Love. Be the Master of your Heart. Allow its existence what it was meant to be. Start a new relationship with that cavern just below the chin as the head bows. Lets us move into the world from here, here where mind body spirit marry ..... Union.....Give = voice to the M & F. this juice maps its way to the greatest of Love(s)....Ancient Loves & Loves to come......On its way to the Grand Love ........ Mystical.....................! Could this just simply be the Master Plan.............? The Author (I) am on board, shuffling through the debris....This my favored Revolt against the stagnate the stuck a tired out regime whose buffet table has gone stale. This revolt sets free the prisoner.
The Culture/Societal Pressures: A group mind for certain......Over whelming @ best.........antidote: compassion for each their vulnerable humanness. & Blessed Kindness........Drought Drunk we are of simple virtue.
Mind/Heart split: Treasure we do knowledge......an important thing to have............Our less treasured hearts have paid the price & stunted our human potential ......The deeply activated heart......IS a treasure trove!
Teaching the Whole person........Necessary for correct maturation and development : Mind Body & Spirit. " Know thy self "
Said Socrates............Or the "unexamined life is the un-lived life. " said Plato
This is serious business......We will remain SO lost and unhinged from who we truly are and from the Godhead of our Origins......All the talking in the world & moral jabberings and knee bending prayer requests for miracles is NOT enough!
" The intuitive mind is a sacred gift and the rational mind a faithful servant.
We have created a society that honors the servant and has forgotten the gift. "
Albert Einstein
*** * ***
Excerpt of a letter written by the poet John Keats in 1819 to his brother George & his wife:
Call the world if you Please “ The vale of Soul-making. “....there may be intelligences or sparks of the divinity in millions-but they are not Souls till they acquire identities, till each one is per-sonally itself. Intelligences are atoms of perceptions-they know and they see and they are pure, in short, they are God-how then are Souls to be made?... How, but by the medium of a world like this?... Do you not see how necessary a World of Pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul? A place where the heart must feel and suffer in a thousand diverse ways ....
As various as the lives of men-so various become their souls, and thus does God make individual beings, Souls...of the sparks of his own essence.
*** * ***
A Heart disconnected from its temporary owner, left to sleep, left untouched, left locked : O what a pity. The Soul making, brought to a halt...@ best..............@ worst: Our deepest breath is forsaken. Our WE is minuscule. Our care & love tempered metered measurable gated. Our view finder perspective: Pin Hole. Our living, suffocated & suffocating. ( all in various degrees of course)
Our RElationship with the captain of the ship muted & in waiting! ( given what it can be )
Our Open Heart: includes the entire Universe.
The caveat: To Open & Maintain the openness is certainly the toughest work the Human Being is up against.
Question: What else is there to do if not Open the Heart? Why else would we be here?
Be inquisitive of the mystery the unseen inside this precious cavern............You!
Sense's as Portals
" if we are seeing through loving eyes the world rises up before us. " John O' Donahue
The mystic Meister Eckhart knew that if our inner sense's were impaired or diminished, that we would be lost to the beauty, gifts, gems, that abide within,each of us! not only some of us, but each of us. To treat our body poorly is to deny its sacramental purpose and nature. Our body and its senses are languages that point us to the deep inner Love we long for. So let us come to our Sense's as a means of making Sense of that which defies language. To offer the Sense's to ones Heart turns the key opens the lock to the intuitive and takes you to theMoon & its safely guarded Secrets. If we embrace the sacredness and holiness of the body our Soul expands.
Our body houses our Sense's.....................
The fearful eye: A threatening view.
The greedy eye: Possessive
The judgmental eye: Harsh ~No enjoyment
The indifferent eye: No calling ~ No awakening
The inferior eye: Everyone greater ~ Miss own treasure
(anam cara)john o' donahue ~~~ ~ ~~~
Knock on the Door of Your House..............
Pablo Neruda's door in Chile
Pablo's door as poetic an image as a Neruda poem.........the hand captures my attention as does the foliage carved so beautifully a portal inviting to the sense's. I wonder how often the poet knocked on the door ? How often do any of us knock when we feel stuck ....are unable to get where we want to go... or don't have a clue where we are headed? I like the notion of allowing the self to be seduced by the not knowing but standing face to face in the void .....and all the tantalizing possibilities.....& intrigued by what maybe on its way....clearly perhaps a creation with a magnificence unimagined or a terror unfathomed.........Each with its own profound purpose or
reason. I wonder how fearful of the Mystery or indifference to the Mystery .................Or doubt of its power are we?
reason. I wonder how fearful of the Mystery or indifference to the Mystery .................Or doubt of its power are we?
Chilean Sunset.............. Blue Horizon
Cast all doubt into the Sea
I have been pondering & learning what I suspected & what I have come to know as hungers are portals into the invisible realms as being that of poetry, music, art, movement.....for each express the experience of life. To penetrate a piece of poetry or a painting requires a new way of seeing and sensing......it calls us into the internal realm of ourselves where a wisdom language resides and must too be experienced to be known.......Though rarely will it ever be sufficiently explained. This knowing.....natural to our being but long forgotten...hence it awakens through the portals of Poetry, Music, Art, etc. O and of course Silence. Find your favorite portal go on in..........Find yourself. Amen to this topic............
