May your Solstice be pure gold. May it bring the healing that enables full immersion in non-conceptual wholeness. May you shine as golden space.
We are the children of this beautiful planet that we have lately seen photographed from the moon. We were not delivered into it by some god, but have come forth from it. We are its eyes and mind, its seeing and its thinking. And the earth, together with the sun, this light around which it flies like a moth, came forth, we are told, from a nebula; and that nebula, in turn, from space. So that we are the mind, ultimately, of space … each in his own way at one with all, and with no horizons.
Later … I opened my eyes with wonder and the sky had utterly changed again and was no longer dark but bright, golden, gold-dust golden, as if curtain after curtain had been removed behind the stars I had seen before, and now I was looking into the vast interior of the universe, as if the universe were quietly turning itself inside out. Stars behind stars and stars behind stars behind stars until there was nothing between them, nothing beyond them, but dusty dim gold of stars and no space and no light but stars. The moon was gone. The water lapped higher, nearer, touching the rock so lightly it was audible only as a kind of vibration. The sea had fallen dark, in submission to the stars. And the stars seemed to move as if one could see the rotation of the heavens as a kind of vast crepitation, only now there were no more events, no shooting stars, no falling stars, which human senses could grasp or even conceive of. All was movement, all was change, and somehow this was visible and yet unimaginable. And I was no longer I but something pinned down as an atom, an atom of an atom, a necessary captive spectator, a tiny mirror into which it was all indifferently beamed, as it motionlessly seethed and boiled, gold behind gold behind gold.
– Iris Murdoch’s character Charles Arrowby in The Sea, The Sea
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Now that I see in Mind, I see myself to be the All.
I am in heaven and on earth, in water and in air.
I am in beasts and plants.
I am a babe in the womb and one that is not yet conceived
and one that has been born,
I am present everywhere.
Painting by New Zealand / New York artist Max Gimblett Eagle, 2015
Leaves of gold, gesso, resin, gelatin, 23.75kt rosanoble gold leaf on wood panel, 850 x 840
Oh my. What a gift!
Thank you Divine M
for yet again
Shining your luminous
unlit light on this day.
Deepest Gratitude always.
Dear Scott – again, and as always, I bow before your generous words – and your open, radiant heart.
Happy solstice, precious friend.
And to you too, dearest Amrita (…you’ll always be Amrita to me 🙂 …)
You’re never far from my thoughts. Sending love to you and B. Always.
O miriam….this is SO SO WonderFull….Thank you way beyond earthly man-made measures…..Dorothea
I’m simply delighted that it found its way to your island paradise and touched your beautiful heart, dear Dorothea.
So Inspiring! Thank you so much for these luminous words!🔆💖🔆 May all sentient beings shine as golden space!🔆☀️🔆
Wonderful! Thank you, dear Merit.
And thanks for introducing me to your beautiful blog… I look forward to bathing in its warm glow.
Thank you, Miriam Louisa!🔆💖🔆Likewise, I’m so Happy that I discovered your Luminous world…🔆
Your wonderful words bring this magnificent post to a sublime aliveness…. Thank you, thank you, thank you ML! And bless you as many times (and more :-))! x
I’m thrilled! Aliveness! What more could one wish for?
Thank you precious friend.