we give thanks for ancient aunties

Listen to me.

Love is all there is.
Nothing more is needed to be known.
So open your heart and, in the name of that love,
welcome every bit of life that awaits you.
Your purpose is to be present, minute by minute,
breath by breath, tomorrow after tomorrow,
to the end of time itself.
~ Emmanuel

 

Breath by breath I am present as another beloved wise woman,
my mother’s little sister, breathes her last.

Ninety six orbits of the sun – she finally caught up, in earth-time,
with the big sister she was always chasing.

The last of the aunties of the Harrex line has left.
The cousins assemble. There will be celebrations.

She’d like that.

Ahhh, beloved Life. We give thanks for ancient aunties.
We remember their busty lavender loveliness as they hugged us close.
We give thanks.

 


we give thanks for tiny prickly perfections

 
Baby Porcupine

 

beloved life

we give thanks for tiny
prickly perfections
called porcupines

we give thanks that they
nestle so trustingly
in our hands showing
us what it means
to allow which is
to love

we give thanks for the way
they expose our own
vulnerability and the
prickles we hide it beneath

we give thanks for tiny
prickly perfections:
those we hold in our hands
and those whose hands
hold them

we give thanks for this
small revelation and
how it trembles the heart

amen

– miriam louisa


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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echoes from emptiness

From time to time, notes from this series of scribblings have been randomly posted here.

They have been stewing in the morphogenetic pot for seven years awaiting their form and time – and title.  I liked the recent incarnation: “Slow Death by Zafu” but feedback indicated it was a touch morbid!  Wee-me is touchy about relinquishing its solidity, unsurprisingly.

Yet it never tires of seeking the very love it would melt into – if only it would melt.  The notes are really about this inevitable melt-down, and the consequences of it as it unfolded in the day-to-day life of she-who-scribbles.

The notes are now officially titled “Echoes from Emptiness,” and they have a site of their own where they are being (retrospectively) posted from the beginning – day 1.  The whys and wherefores are set down in the “about” page.  If Emptiness wishes, some might still be posted here.

echoesfromemptiness.com

I hope you’ll visit!

– miriam louisa


Posts from ‘echoes from emptiness’ reblogged here, to date


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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turning the light around

The path is awareness of Awareness.  The result is Awareness.  By the intention to place our attention upon Awareness instead of upon our self, mind and its mental events or perceptions, both the intention and the placement of attention dissolve into Awareness from whence they arose.  It is in that moment of dissolution or self-liberation that we find comfort and ease in just being effortlessly what we have always been.

In the Taoist and Chan tradition this practice is known as “turning the Light around to shine upon Itself”.  In the Tibetan Dzogchen and Mahamudra traditions this method is know as “reversal” or rulog, in which the energies that make up our mental, emotional and physical existence resolve back into their origin as the Clear Light of Awareness.  Our true nature is this unchanging Clear Light Awareness and everything we experience is its self-display.  And the intention to return to our origin and basis as Clear Light Awareness is a naturally arising quality of the Clear Light itself.  In this way, our Enlightenment as well as all others’ is assured, since that urge towards Enlightenment is an intrinsic dynamic of Awareness Itself.  This is the true meaning of Bodhicitta, the manifestation of compassion and unconditional love that leaves no one behind …

~ Jackson Peterson

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Source – Way of Light

(my emphasis)

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then Beingness becomes Beloved

The love that ‘I’ seeks is the Love that is seeking itself. Is there one ‘human’ beingness who is not seeking this thing called love? They mightn’t necessarily call it that – it might be referred to as happiness, peace, contentment or harmony, but all these are qualities of love itself.

Love never tires of seeking itself. The whole drama of Life is this search. And when Love eventually returns to find itself, one realizes that it was never lost, ever – it was just playing a kind of bittersweet game with itself. It was never, ever lost, for it is nothing but this inescapable Beingness.

Beingness – unavoidable and unchanging – is never unfaithful for one nanosecond. It never packs up and takes off with another lover; it is the Watching that notices lovers leaving on a fresh search for the love they haven’t yet recognized as their true Beingness. It never has an unkind word for me or anyone; it is the impartial Noticing of my unkind thoughts and thoughtless words. It’s never depressed or alienated or flattened or disappointed; it’s the Awareing of and the accepting of, all my mental and emotional states. It never demands that I or the world be better, different, more peaceful; it embraces everything equally, without judgment.

To use these words  – noticing, awareing, embracing – is completely incorrect actually, for it implies a split between Beingess and something ‘other.’ In fact, in our experience, there is no such split. Beingness is all – it is the hurt and betrayal and unkindness and violence as well as their perceived opposites.

This is the ultimate absolution. Beingness doesn’t condone nor does it mean one won’t act to help; it isn’t passive or nihilistic. It is simply realized that whatever is happening, is Beingness unfolding itself.

It strikes me that one could never find any object or person that could measure up to these qualities of basic Beingness. I guess that’s why after repeatedly trying to escape, and repeatedly making the return, I found that Beingness became Beloved for this gadabout. I rush to its immediacy without moving a hair. I am enfolded in its embrace. And I know it as ‘I’.

~ miriam louisa

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