Just resting...
Just being...
A silent rest...
Moksha
Gentle moksha...
A tingling vibration...
An eternal sensation...
A deep gentle resting...
The book opened...
The book closed...
Hari Om Tat Sat
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Just resting... Just being... A silent rest... Moksha Gentle moksha... A tingling vibration... An eternal sensation... A deep gentle resting... The book opened... The book closed... Hari Om Tat Sat Nirvana You rest in the nothing... It's such a perfect nothing... Everything born, everything lived... such a delightful trust... Giving yourself entirely to it, in every way... Dying to it in everyway... The Mountain The People gathered and looked at the Mountain. Some could see the whole of it and some could see none of it. No one seemed to be able to see themselves. The focus never changed and the mountain never moved. But as everyone grew they saw many different thing. Some moved to higher ground and saw everything from new perspective. Some climbed the mountain and aspired to growth and elevated thinking. No one really knew what the mountain really meant. Then one boy one day climbed to the top of the mountain and saw the complete truth. When he came back down he declared it to everyone. The mountain is you. Hari Om Tat Sat Yes
There is a pure light that sources all sources. When I entered the light it melted right through me. I thanked the light and dissolved into it. I prayed for the light and it solved my fixation with problems. I entered the light and everything seemed resolved. The light washed away a deep pain. I rested in the jewel in the heart of the lotus and this spoke to me of perfect love. True alignment came and synchronized the seven universes. There we rested in Nirvana and shed the tears of grace for all to drink. The true nectar flowered through us and reminded me of your sweet embrace. Succulent tender intimacy. Hari Om Tat Sat At the end of time I died. At the end of time I lived. At the source of love I was born. At the source of you, you came alive. At the source of everything, the Buddha nature rests eternally silent. Within the context, Maya, illusion. Within the infinite; no in, no out. Rest within, dance without. Hari Om Tat Sat The Music of Silence There was an absolute perfect silence in our soul... No one could measure it because it was infinite... The silence grew through the music and love... As the silence grew everyone knew it and everyone awoke into it... The music of silence grew and grew and grew... Everyone knew that it was consuming them and everyone knew it was them... The silence surrendered and the silence demanded surrender in playful ways that seemed like a mystery... As the silence came to rest in your heart, it opened... As the silence rested in your soul, you evolved... As the silenced burned in your being, you had a much deeper seeing... Trusting this silence was of the effortless... Embodying the silence was simply out of your control... Your role is simple... be available and trust totally... Hari Om Tat Sat Love
Love is so remarkable. It can heal everything. It can disturb everything. It can balance everything. It can worship everything. It can see everything in its blindness. To die into love is the ultimate grace. To die into your true heart is the ultimate teaching. Embrace the love that you most truly are. Hari Om Tat Sat Authenticity
Every cell felt authentic… Every moment seemed authentic… Every breath seemed poetically perfect and authentic... I felt pregnant with authenticity… Every muscle in the body just seemed to relax more and more… The flesh of the mind just seemed to pulsate with clarity… When I looked for movement there was none… When I looked for an ocean there was nothing… I would dance at midnight and feel the stars tingling within my soul… I prayed for aliveness and yet death lived me… I prayed for death and her aliveness celebrated through me… The prayers were silent and alive in all of us… I was kind to her and she worshiped me… I worshiped her and she was wise to me… Every movement receded into the silence… Every teaching taught itself silence… When the silence was born, I trusted her more… In her, meditation became love… In her, I sang my song… There was but one moment born over and over… I surrendered to the one moment and burned up in her… What was kind and what was true became one… Hari Om Tat Sat |
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September 2022
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