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Mother is a Verb

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Mother is a verb. Am. Ma. Anyone can. Mother a stranger. Mother me. Cherish the womb of a deeper silence. Give birth to your own heart. There is so much outrage in the world! But the primal outrage is the separation of "I" from "AM," the sense that I have fallen away from my own boundless Being. This is the real cause of our world-anger. It's actually in-rage, not out-rage. All the pain we humans inflict on each other reflects the pain of separation from our source. Yet the separation is an illusion, a dream. "I" have not fallen because there is really no distance between "I" and "AM." The source is nearer than my next heartbeat. As a mother bears her infant, so "AM" gives birth to "I" with every breath. The ancient Madonna archetype expresses this insoluble bond of love, uniting the ocean of Ma to this little wave, this little "I." The irony is that I become truly selfless, not...
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Accept Or Reject

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  Can you choose anything but this moment? Accept it or reject it, that is the only freedom. You think you decide on a future but when the future arrives  it's a strange land. Of course you can always postpone  the present and choose  the past. People make up stories every morning about last night. But that’s a waste of tomorrow. Hug the dragon of presence. Welcome this ancient wingéd fire-breathing Now with open eyes and a wounded heart. Decline it and you suffer. Be reasonable, you can’t refuse because you're living it! So where’s the problem? Choose what Is  and you're already free. This is how a flower grows. How a drop of dew dissolves on the purple clematis. How an aging gazelle offers the pulse of his throat to a hungry lioness. Don't worry. We're all evaporating into photons,  whirling back into stars,  yet some prodigal lightheartedness  keeps  creat...
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Just When You Are Certain

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Cleanse your gaze with the gaze of the Lover who has no face. Take back your power! Why do you thirst for images when you could sip the wine of annihilation? Clear your intellect with a breath of silence.  Burn away your petals in the fire that rises  through your root. Make your body generous  as a pomegranate   breaking with ripeness. Let flames will pour out through your wounds. And just when you are certain that the countenance you seek  is a formless glory, Oh!  the softness of that smile,  the shadow of the ruffled wing,  the invincible tenderness  of trembling tears will fall upon you.  _______________ YouTube Reading at this LINK.
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Deepest Astonishment

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  The deepest astonishment of all is discovering, in the most silent formless center of Absolute Being, the personal face of God. When you are completely baffled beyond annihilation, you will have a very intimate encounter with the Form of the Formless.  In the Vedic tradition this form is Krishna. It is why Krishna is blue in color, the color of the self-effulgent sky, pure consciousness. His is the body of the un-created. His flute makes the music of silence. In the Western tradition, we express this mystery as the Holy Trinity: multiple Persons in the Godhead. Read the last canto of Dante's 'Paradisio,' where the poet sees, in the beatific glory of uncreated Being, a human form. In the heart of the non-dual Brahman , there is loving relationship between Radha and Krishna. The intellect is stunned. Vedanta melts into Bhakti, just as Bhakti melted into Vedanta. In the Christian tradition, this inner love-life of Absolute Being is the passionate relationship of ...
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