the fallacy of finding oneself

Have you been sucked into the lie that what you really ARE is something you need to find, or discover, or recover?  And then heal or train or perfect?  It’s commonly touted by earnest souls with a course, program, book or DVD to sell.

I was an eager member of their audience in my dreamtime march toward betterment.  It was all good fun and perhaps helped shape the ‘me’-ing being into a more accomplished/productive/compliant ‘person.’  But none of it led me to my ‘true’ self.  It just created different versions of the wee-me that was a totally addicted seeker.

Meanwhile, the Self I was seeking simply watched, utterly unaffected.  One day I stopped being busy with the me-ing long enough to cast a glance over my shoulder, metaphorically-speaking.  And there IT was.  Already perfect, already total, already all I had hoped to know and to be.

The shock of it! Of realizing one had fallen for the fallacy of separation when no such estrangement could ever be possible for one second…

The sweetness of the relief! Of knowing that nothing could ever be done to bring one closer to – or take one away from – this intimacy…

The joy of it!  Of knowing that the wild creative awake Beingness that one longed for is here, and always has been:

doing Life ITs own way and calling ITself “ME”

– billions, trillions, of versions of IT,

all called “ME”!

~ miriam louisa

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fall out of your head

(I just love that line!)

Please welcome Solané Verraine to our parade of wideawake wondrous women. The following notes are from her website.

Living Satsang with Solané

“There is a joy and a love for all of creation that is there when you fall out of your head and into the stillness of your pure heart. It permeates everything with the nectar of Self. When everything is welcome here, your life begins to flow and flower with well being, ease and intimacy with all of life.”

In Living Satsang meetings with Solané, either individually or in groups, what is pointed to and celebrated is the Living Truth of one’s essential nature, which is silent awareness as love, peace, joy and compassion. Living Satsang meetings help the seeker have a direct and lasting experience of this, as all questions and concerns are resolved in the alchemy of love and stillness which is the Heart of Living Satsang.

Website: http://livingsatsang.com/

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love sometimes gets tired of speaking sweetly

Love wants to reach out and manhandle us,
Break all our teacup talk of God.

If you had the courage and
Could give the Beloved His choice, some nights,
He would just drag you around the room
By your hair,
Ripping from your grip all those toys in the world
That bring you no joy.

Love sometimes gets tired of speaking sweetly
And wants to rip to shreds
All your erroneous notions of truth

That make you fight within yourself, dear one,
And with others,

Causing the world to weep
On too many fine days.

God wants to manhandle us.
Lock us inside of a tiny room with Himself
And practice His dropkick.

The Beloved sometimes wants
To do us a great favor:

Hold us upside down
And shake all the nonsense out.

But when we hear
He is in such a “playful drunken mood”
Most everyone I know
Quickly packs their bags and hightails it
Out of town.

~ Hafiz,  The Gift – versions of Hafiz by Daniel Ladinsky

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the Presence of the absence of ‘me’

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creativity
humility
heaven
peace
trust
love
joy

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seven words attempting to describe one thing

a thing that can never be an object,
and therefore, can never be described

how then can It be found?

it can’t – it’s never been lost!

seven words all amounting to the same no-thing:

the Presence of the absence of ‘me’

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~ miriam louisa
echoes from emptiness

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the illusion isn’t a problem

When there’s intimacy with the Real
the illusion is no longer a problem.

You notice, appreciate, and marvel at the way worlding arises;
the way energies appear as feelings, thoughts, forms, plays of consciousness;
and the way it all melts back into the Real.

The illusion isn’t a problem, it’s a gobsmacker.
A miracle.
The pinnacle of exquisite creativity.

You are on your knees in awe,
and crisp, crackling JOY
is bursting the seams of your bodysuit.

~ ml

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we are but shadows!

 

I crossed the gleaming sea last week
flew on whispering wings of silver
made soft landing on the Long White Cloud:
homeland Aotearoa.

When I left these shores decades ago
the mountains were mountains
and the rivers were rivers
and I was me.

I return.
And the mountains are mountains
the rivers are rivers
yet – their murmurings are now clear:
“We are but shadows!

The infinite incandescence
that displays our brilliant landscape
is the unlit Light
of your own Being.”

How sweet to find
that the only luggage I needed to bring
has always been on board –
going everywhere I roam
and lighting up every dark, lonely moment,
every quiver of earthly joy.

– miriam louisa