When We Start...

 

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When we start to touch our soul, 

we begin the process of letting go of what is not real in us. 

Yes, now we are dying to our machine. 

And like the leaf, 

we become more unique as we become more real.

~J

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The Ladder of Impressions

 

Melanie Guerra - The Ladder of Impressions

To remember ourselves is to receive life 

without immediately losing ourselves in it. 

Between what arrives and what we do with it, 

there is a sacred space where consciousness 

can enter, and where transformation becomes possible. 

Impression by impression, we build a ladder 

of awareness toward the divine.

~M

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Today I Had A Strange Observation...

 

Today I had a strange observation from Great Nature. 

I have been sitting outside 

making an effort to Be present 

and Observe the beauty of this season. 

And a beautiful yellow golden leaf fell on my lap. 

I made an effort 

to observe it a little more intentionally. 

And then I realized that it is a dying leaf. 

Letting go. 

And how strange that it is so beautiful. 

And the colors it gives to the senses. 

So Rich, so Objective in its beauty. 

It seems like a lesson, perhaps, 

for me to learn about death of the physical existence, 

not sure, but it was a shock to digest more. 

A lesson Great Nature is trying to convey perhaps.

~S

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I Was Once...

John Melhuish Strudwick

R: I was once told that Mervyn 

was determined to stay present 

when he was a struggling Man No. 4 . 

Desire or determination is intentional, 

not mechanical.

Mervyn talks about desire. 

We aren’t awake 

because we don’t desire it enough.

How can we get more desire - 

more Eros?

C: I’m reminded of making one’s environment 

conducive to self-remembering 

with beauty and music; 

the I of intentionally taking in the beauty

of art, people, etc., to build desire.

~From Illuminations

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The Heart Leads The Mystic Way

Fr Lawrence Lew, O.P. - St Theresa of Avila & St John of The Cross

To be like mystics stay with them awhile,

For even if you should be made from stone,

Through mystics as a jewel you'll soon be known;

Plant love of saints now firmly in your heart,

Submit your soul to those who'll never part,

While there's still hope don't wallow in despair,

Why choose the dark when there's a sun up there?

Your heart will lead you to the mystic way,

Your body drags you to its cell of clay,

So give your heart food from those in accord -

Seek fortune from the ones who know their lord!

Rumi - Extract from The Masnavi

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