Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I’ll meet you there.
– Rumi –
Lead me to that field,
where the tree dances under the sun,
where the rain kisses my cheek
and the wind caresses my skin.
Lead me to that place,
where pain and pleasure
share the same bed of celebration,
where Life and Death
bear the same seed of Being.
– Marù –
The inherent peace of being knows no opposite. I am that Peace.
I am the openness of being. Beauty is the unlimited freedom of being.
This understanding allows one to see worldly limitations as the unlimited freedom of being in action.
Therefore, one rejoices in every situation who has realized the eternal freedom of being.
Then, all things exude the perfume of Love. For Love is Being and Being is Love.
Life has become infinitely joyful in the aftermath of my self.
All feelings are perceived, all thoughts and images – phenomenons of dynamic life.
The simplicity of it. Yet the easiness with which one can adhere to a phenomenon and, seemingly, merge with it, for a time.
Now is forever free, forever pure, colorless, formless, still.
Empty of questions, now is the eternal answer.
Emptiness is my name.
Discovering that there is nothing to do but everything to be.
To be everything yet not to become anything.
To be soft and gentle.
To be the space behind, in, through every phenomenon.
To be the invisible no-thing from which exudes every thing.
And yet, this invisible no-thing is, by essence, all goodness, all-allowing, all-inclusive, pure unconditional love.
To be that is to be no-thing yet to be fully, truly, totally, completely everything.
The discovery of an expanded consciousness and of an expanded ego.
Can there be an ego without consciousness?
Can I equate this expanded ego with our collective “conditioned” consciousness?
I love how Jeff Foster speaks about permission and “the myth of letting go”.
Letting go of the need to let go of any thought.
The “Sacred Heart of Sadness”, that which is the core of my Self.
Opening up, being exactly as I am, in this very moment.
And feeling exactly what I feel. The “Sacred Heart of Sadness” embraces every heart fearlessly.
This moment of stillness where shadows come and go.
Holding the space, letting myself breath and be free.
In the silence between the thoughts, the pains, the memories, I find my Self untouched, pure and spacious.
I am all that I will ever experienced, yet I am more than that and less than that.