Uradiance

I keep forgetting  there's nothing to remember. Silence, then a thrush. A fuss of hummingbirds, a deeper silence. Clouds dissolving into blue. Nothing twice. Painting by Ernst Haeckel

  It took me much of a lifetime to realize this. So I share it now to save some time for those who might wrestle with the same issues. If this is not your concern, or if it offends you, just leave it. I share it with love. When your connection with Being is established, you have no further need for a 'spiritual movement.' Being flows directly into your heart, without any intermediary. No need to go to an ashram. You Are the ashram. With every breath, you flower. From belly to crown, your stem imbibes the sap of the Guru's grace, so there is no need to chase after him anywhere else. You always have the practice, the sadhana, that the Teacher gave you, wherever you go. Now it becomes crystal clear that the karma of the Teacher is completely different from the karma of the organization established in his or her name. If it's your karma to work for the movement, then let the work unfold. But know that it is not 'higher' than any other work. It's just karma. If i...

  This is not a poem, just a murmur whose poor thoughts won't reach the edge of the page. I just want you to know, in the first language of scripture Spirit and Breath are one word. Wisdom is Sophia, the soul in your breathing, and if you are awake, each exhalation is the Holy Spirit, the sigh of the Creator in creation. Goddess Shakti is your inhalation, who birthed the sun in the beginning when She danced with the deep green shadow. And though her womb enfolds the galaxies, She whirls inside your body, trickles down your vertebrae, weaving awareness into flesh. Call her the dignity of what flows without trying, the wind that awakens at sunset. honey sweating from a comb. Call her the delight of Ruu, the Chi who dwells in your vagus nerve like the flame on a wick. What are you made of, really? It is like finespun cotton fiber instantly consumed by her golden spark. Your breathing ignites the stars on ...

He became pure consciousness. One who experiences this merely for a moment is disinterested even in the delights of heaven. ~Yoga Vashista Walk like a mountain. Sit like a cloud. Rest like a pilgrim who just now arrives. Breathe out, O so gently gazing at creation, the ancestors, the unborn, all gods, all bodies, O so gently flowering, perishing on the still mirror of this moment just before you breathe in. Yes, friend, your work is amazement. Photo: Mt. Rainier from a hill near my house.

Adau Bhagavan shabda rasahi: 'In the beginning the Lord created the universe through a stream of sound.' ~Vedic text You know the sound of blood, that drum. You know the sound of breathing out, that river of diamonds. And the sound of your mind trying to make music out of shattered mirrors and windows. But have you heard the sound of Being as it overflows the rim of the grail? Not the feeble background hum of the first moment, not an echo, nor an idea. I see you before you were born floating through a pit, a silent hollow, tethered by the umbilicus to what, to whom you cannot know. But you would like to know, wouldn't you? So you reach out a warm finger and swirl it round the singing bowl of Andromeda, careful not to spill its bright worlds. You play the glass harmonium  of all the galaxies until the amniotic fluid of the universe trembles like an unstruck carillon, utterly inaudible because it resonates in emptiness. No, that is not the ...

In meditation, silence is Mother. ~Amma Karunamayi Silence is supreme administrative power. ~Maharishi The real Virgin Mother is mystical eternal silence. ~Valentinus the Gnostic I love your silences. They are like mine. ~Anais Ninn Let us speak of true Silence. No, it is not a negation. Not the silence of suppressed speech, which is no silence at all. Suppressed speech, like repressed thought, is a scream. And the more we repress, the louder our voiceless keening. Let us tell of the inmost Silence, omnipresent, effective, whether spoken or not. Silence infusing the best words with Truth. Silence in a real mantra, guiding our attention to the hollow in the seed, through Winter root, Spring flower, Autumn leaf.   In the hymn from chapter two of Epistle to Ephesians are some of the most ancient verses in Christian scripture. They tell us that Christ "emptied himself." The Greek word is "kinosis." When we empty ourselves in prayer, we enter true Silence, the...

  Words by A.K. LaMotte, collage by Rashani Réa

  You are the wine that cannot return to the grape. Some ferment has turned you wild. Thousands have been crushed for the sake of this breath, bouquet of oak and rose, cinnamon and musk, Spring rain on withered hay. The tree of the Vedas, the whole vine of knowledge entangled in the hollow of a tiny seed, the place your forehead goes when you bow. Astronomy and silence, wisdom and tipsiness, what's the difference? Just say thank you and savor yourself.       Art by William Adolphe Bouguereau

  Think softly,                more softly,      "Abundance,"           "Peace,"      "Compassion," until your breath dissolves            in the hollow heart that has two chambers,           one for "I"     and one for "Thou," one for dawn and one              for evening.     A tenderness at the threshold of creation,      between silence           and the Word, between stillness       and trembling. Dew forms         on the rose's mouth     just before ...

Wandering images seen in a glass tell an eternal and marvelous tale. yet I am the mirror in which they pass. Keeper of emptiness, I am the grail. The goddess Mari, a form of Isis, was continuously worshiped for over three thousand years in the Mediterranean world and Near East, from 3500 - 500 BCE. Her name and her archetype survive as Mary, Mother of God, and Mary Magdalene, mystical Bride of Christ. She holds the holy chalice, yet the true chalice is the womb of Divine Darkness, where all gods are born, and from whose uncreated void all worlds arise. Here is an article on the majesty of her emptiness by an astrophysicist - LINK.