In this moment we know what to do. It’s exceedingly clear, not muddy like the puddle near the house or streaked, like your kitchen window. It’s exceedingly clear. You know what to do. It’s not what your neighbor or friend or mate would do. It’s not what your parents would do. Your heart is calling [...]
Archive for September, 2011
Compass
Posted in September 2011, tagged enlightenment, heart, life, poetry, realization, spirituality, thoughts on September 29, 2011 | 20 Comments »
Expressing the inexpressible
Posted in September 2011, tagged life, spirtuality, thoughts on September 25, 2011 | 8 Comments »
How can you speak what can’t be spoken? How can you express that which language eludes? Over and over and over again I wonder at the inadequacy of language to capture the supremacy of the moment. Over and over and over again I feel the limits, the challenges, of putting one single thought into concrete [...]
Hello, you 11-15 readers, from the blogoress.
Posted in September 2011, tagged blogging, life, spirituality on September 20, 2011 | 16 Comments »
Simply Here, yours truly, this blog, is now celebrating its 83rd post. (Eighty three being an auspicious spiritual number.) (LOL–it is not. I made that up. Mostly because ALL numbers are spiritual numbers and 83 seemed a good number to express that sentiment.) This blog has experienced 838 comments, most of them made by the [...]
Self love and guinea hens
Posted in September 2011, tagged enlightenment, freedom, heart, life, love, self, silence, thoughts on September 3, 2011 | 5 Comments »
Lull when the busy life stops and you don’t know where to turn, what to do, how to think, how to stop thinking, how to witness. The house suddenly empty after three full weeks of going here, there, up, down, around, under, in between. No talking, no wondering, no stress, nothing but silence, an old [...]
Heart of the deepest heart
Posted in September 2011, tagged awareness, heart, life, love, poetry, presence, spirituality on September 1, 2011 | 8 Comments »
In the heart of the deepest heart we return to the beginning which never arises. In the heart of deepest heart we return to ending which never ends. In this precious moment between what we’ll think next life celebrates itself exquisitely without elaboration. Watch the sun set. In its departure all is revealed.
