louij
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Post by louij on Oct 18, 2010 8:35:54 GMT -5
In youth we touch and immerse each self into the texture of pure existence .. oh so sensual.
Moons move calling us through into a transparency of that shared ocean
cresting like waves hands clasped into the inevitable crescendo and roar of simply being -
and thenbeyond this chaos we realise the training ground in all its transitions
these many faces and sharings were only to sustain love and bring us to a deep understanding
we are the silent symphony of .... the perpetual harmonised love being..... here.
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Post by louij on Oct 18, 2010 8:40:57 GMT -5
In This Perfect Place I am out of view Beyond the hold of gravity At escape velocity Clear through The Web
And then as light again As a wisp of smoke My soul in pure Joy
Here!
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Post by louij on Oct 18, 2010 8:45:03 GMT -5
I spend time talking to the river Within …. Trying …. To walk in my inner-rain
Breathing the inner forests In a wisdom like Swimming in clear water What is this walking?
It is the rain of love Clear of the speaking words I’m Caught listening in The pause And there a goshawk flies My soul In an attitude of pure Freedom.
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Post by louij on Oct 18, 2010 8:51:51 GMT -5
Into the warm dark - silent no movement no touch no smell no near - no far, no up no down There - no sensation at all, just a deep comfortable weightless void enfolding. Motion without movement distance without dimension passage - without time! After a long listening opening that fleeting window of pure light, and then a fragmentary awareness of spatial aspect minute barely discernible and in that first brief stirring of consciousness the universes awake from sleeping leviathans and through the void, I flew then much later on, an evanescent implication of hue in the far far distance, gradually drawing nearer, a single tiny glimmer, punctuating the void, like a softly spoken word .… slowly the distant cloud grew, swirl of purple, blues and greens, gaining substance. Tendrils of incandescence spread out like arms, floating, swaying, turning, slowly in a ceaseless spiraling ballet I come back - At last, imperceptibly, light contact, arms coiling back, colours solidifying, the light shrinking, but intensifying the whole - back to presence. Back from being, a newborn star. A meditation .... of shabd travel.
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