5/24/2018

Jai Guru Dev



Polished by the breath of meditation, shining like a diamond with the clear light of Self-recognition, requiring no thought or external object to taste the ever-expanding bliss of the heart, your own awareness becomes the supreme authority. Bow down to That. Take refuge in That. Sing about That. Tat tvam asi.

(The Master ignites this fire, then leaves you free.)

Photo by dear friend, Aile Shebar

5/22/2018

She

You don't have to journey to Katmandu. The fern marsh just beyond the backyard fence is deep and wild and quiet enough. No need to climb Machu Picchu. There's a mountain in your chest.

Unplug the electronic pounding. Listen to the hip hop of chickadees, acoustic bees in the lilac bush. Your first response ability is to power off, shut down, open your window and breathe.

Now listen to the real news, the throb of divine Silence gushing from the spring of now. Where will you look for this source? Jesus pointed to an "inner well, bubbling up with eternal life" (John 4:14).

Your cardiac plexus contains richer information than any media; yet it vibrates in stillness, flowing from the a priori, not through words, images or ideas, but through the amber hollow of each neuron, in the burning tree of life than is your nervous system. The word "nerve" comes from the Sanskrit, "nara." Thus God is called Narayana, "Lord of the nerves."

To get here, what shall you do? "Do" just slightly less than nothing! Follow the ancient river of surrender, the empowering current of Prana-Shakti, down into the valley that lies between your exhalation and inhalation.

This journey takes no time. It is a journey into presence. Yet it is the greatest adventure of all, for you will discover who you actually Are, before you have a single thought, even the thought of "I." To go there, you must get very green and be-wild-ered.

This dark green stillness is dynamic. Breathe from there, speak from there, act from there, and the naked dancing Shakti who created the universe out of nothing will act through you.

Perhaps it is wrong to call this vale of the a priori a depth: it is more intimate, more near than deep. It is the plain unhidden sacred surface of your life, here, where you already are. It is the lens of infinite transparency through which you witness your thoughts and perceive the world.

You already are this wellspring. Don't just listen: be the bubbling silence of the listener, anahat, the unstruck sound of creation, echoing through your vegus nerve. Stars and planets originate in you, sparkling out of what makes you awake.

Polished by the breath of meditation, shining like a diamond with the clear light of Self-recognition, requiring no thought or external object to taste the ever-expanding bliss of the heart, your own awareness now becomes the supreme authority. Bow down to That. Take refuge in That. Sing about That. Tat tvam asi.

You are the seat of learning, and your teacher is Wisdom herself. Know her by the musk of the dew of light born from the dark womb of silence. She is before the Word. She is the nectar of devotion you distill into honey sweeter than the world.

Now can you hear Saraswati's secret whisper? Lady Hokhmah's hidden sutra? The breath-jewel of Mother Sophia? "The One who enfolds you is within you."



Photo: a place I g
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5/21/2018

What To Do With Nouns
















I truly believe that as our consciousness evolves, we will transform the earth from a world of nouns to a world where everything is a verb, even God.

Meade my language with liquid nouns.
Quiddity my wings and
April the moon with song verbs.
You lotus my amygdala.
You hummingbird my blood,
elk my sinews, cougar my skin.
Now earth my heart with hope.
Sparrow my brain with hip hop silence.
Morning me with meadow green.
I will garden your lips and loam your toes.
Chrysanthemum my fingers:
I will diamond your tomorrow,
eternity your yesterday with now.
Mountain my atoms,
heaven the hollow of these bones
and God me.
Amethyst my eyes to clearer see
and I will planet your path
with nine jewels.
Let me jungle your thigh.
Let me galaxy your midnight
and selve you in sweet
thinging blackness.
If you pebble my secret stream
I will un-rainbow your nipples.
When my kisses angel your body,
you will animal the sky with fire.