[The poem credited to Bernard Guy in #4422 is by Rumi, it was
posted by Bernard Guy.]
"I would like to paint the way a bird
sings."
~ Claude Monet
I am circling around God, around the ancient tower, and I
have been circling
for a thousand years, and I still don't know if I am a
falcon, or a storm, or a
great song.
~ Rainer Maria Rilke (Book of Hours: Love Poems to
God)
Things aren't all so tangible and sayable as people would
usually have us
believe; most experiences are unsayable, they happen in a
space that no word
has ever entered, and more unsayable than all other
things are works of art,
those mysterious existences, whose life endures
beside our own small,
transitory life.
~ Rainer Maria Rilke
by Wisdom of the Sacred Feminine on Facebook
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Love isn't waiting for anything because there is nothing
that it needs. I am
telling you right now: if I ever see you, you NEVER EVER
EVER EVER have to
explain or justify yourself to me. I am not waiting for us
to connect over
concepts, images, beliefs or ideas. We are already beyond
connected.
~ Benjamin Smythe on Facebook
Bob
I don't know what this is,
This Warmth in the
Heart,
This Bliss bubbling up from the wellspring of Being,
This Radiance
that heals and blesses,
And intoxicates myself and others.
Confused by “spirituality”,
All the descriptions of
Dharma,
All the stories of who, what, when, where, why, and how,
All the
do's and don'ts,
I sit in Myself, and breathe Bliss.
“I can't meditate anymore with you,” I said,
“For I
don't know what any of this is or what it means.”
And my friend replied,
“But… it just feels good.
Let's be simple-minded,
And let that be reason
enough to sit together in Stillness?”
“Why do you trouble yourself,
With the whys and
wherefores?
Let's be simple-minded,
And forget ‘Shiva’, ‘Shakti’,
And
all that cosmic hoo-hah.
If the Magic is real,
It will Bless us,
Even if we
call it… Bob,
And haven't a clue what it is,
Or what it all means.”
~ Chuck Surface
Chuck Surface: The Way of the Heart
You have been Graced into the Secret Way,
The Way of
the Heart.
“Understanding”,
However diamond-like
However
impactful on the Experience of Being,
Will never again satisfy
you.
The bee has done its job,
And the pollen of
knowledge
Has been transmuted by Mystical Alchemy
Into
Anandam.
Now… the bee dies,
Understanding and
knowledge,
Turn from soft parchment to dust,
And you Live wide-eyed, in
Awe and Wonder,
In
And as
The Great Mystery.
You drink from Living Waters now,
Flowing from the
Wellspring of the Heart.
All is changed.
All is changed.
Oh mind, oh
mind,
I leave you here.
Only words Wet,
Will find resonance,
In one already
drenched.
The Emanation of Love,
Will only touch your
Heart,
If you are already pregnant with Longing.
How will you know?
The baby will kick.
You are now… Alone,
And never again Alone.
While
you may Long to find
Fellow Idiots, thus Imbued,
Finding none,
You
remain Full and Complete.
Now Your Heart
Will look Lovingly for itself
In all
that is seen, smelled, tasted, heard, touched,
All that is thought of,
And
all who are met.
If you want to tell people the truth, make them
laugh,
otherwise they will kill you.
~ Oscar Wilde
The Shared Experience of Absurdity, by Improv
Everywhere
Charlie Todd causes bizarre, hilarious, and unexpected
public scenes: Seventy
synchronized dancers in storefront windows,
"ghostbusters" running through
the New York Public Library, and the annual
no-pants subway ride. At
TEDxBloomington he shows how his group, Improv
Everywhere, uses these
scenes to bring people together.
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