one holy wholeness

what happens

when one no longer needs to be liked or praised?

when one stops being concerned about criticism?

when one no longer longs for happiness?

when one stops worrying about being unhappy?

when one no longer yearns to gain?

when one ceases to care about loss?

when one no longer wants to be special?

when one is content to be ignored?

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beloved, one is One

welcome home to holy wholeness!

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the breath-tide of silence

breathscribe series: silver singing silence
900 x 640 (mounted); acrylic on textured canvas
miriam louisa simons

Inhaling, the brush is loaded.
Exhaling, a line is laid down.

I and painting are one.

I and color are one.

I and breath are one.

One breath-breathing Beingness!


See more breathscribe works at wonderingmindstudio.com

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oh, how Light we are!

Moments of no consequence

Seem to make a lot of sense;

Like the gentle pitter patter

Of the things that do not matter

As I sit alone and stare;

Neither here and neither there.

~ Michael Leunig

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Image source – Michael Leunig’s website

Today I begin a six-week silent retreat at Wangapeka
in the autumn-tinted mountains near Nelson.
I take you all with me, and oh, how Light we are!

May your days be drenched with delight.

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Nelson
Aotearoa New Zealand

this is how it is

wanting nothing from God or the world
desiring nothing
striving for nothing
expecting nothing
the Divine provides this lifestream’s every need
physically, mentally, and heartfully

 

This is not an affirmation. This is how it is.

What do I mean by the Divine?

I mean the wisdom-intelligence – inconceivable and immeasurable – that powers the universe; that grows the hair on my head; that orders the cells in my body and the stars in the heavens; that breathes my breath and the tides of the oceans; that is the womb from which the entire creation emerges, and the consciousness which knows Itself.

Knows Itself?

Here, now, It knows Itself via this sensory bundle – perceiving, cognizing, creating sentences by tapping on a keyboard – and via the sentience of each and every being.

It knows Itself via the Light of Awareness that is this very moment reading these words and recognizing that they were uttered by your own dear Self.

By your own dear Self, for your own dear Self.

 

– miriam louisa
Nelson
Aotearoa New Zealand


come sit with me

Come sit with me.

I have plumped up a cushion for you.

There’s a box beside the door –
you can leave your mind there
(no charge).

Rest in this silent place
allowing succulent stillness
to fill your tired bones.

Stay.

Stay until you hear
the whisper of your heart’s wisdom:

“This unfathomable peace – it is your own
blessed beingness!”

Stay.  Please stay!

And when you go
you will know a secret
that can never again be un-known.

Beloved, you are the love of your life.

 

– miriam louisa
Tauranga
Aotearoa New Zealand

this unborn I

Wake up, you poets:
let echoes end,
and voices begin.

~ Antonio Machado

 

 

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out of this singing silence
that lives the wondrous now,

that animates the ten thousand versions of this
and is never elsewhere than right here

a new, yet wholly familiar
Lifedrop
forms

it is not a person
not a being or an entity or an individual
yet all of these and all else as well

its quality is oceanic spaciousness:
this unborn I

– miriam louisa

echoes from emptiness


 

Photo: Alan Larus
the new spiritual art of the world


nothing could be easier

The simple, most utterly obvious and unavoidable state of Beingness is the very thing we imagine to be complex, hidden, and therefore needing to be sought via an infinite array of practices.

I came down a pathway which attempted to get at this simplicity by examining deeply and interminably the mental dynamics that sabotage one’s clear seeing/experiencing of It.

Perhaps it was a worthy pursuit – it was surely interesting and entertaining – but in terms of leading me closer to ‘It,’ it was a total waste of time.  It made no difference whatsoever to simple Beingness – which silently ‘watched’ the goings-on, immovable and changeless.

Eventually it all ground to a halt – the inquiry, the seeking, the fascination and the endless construction of concepts.  And there I was, right back AS I’d begun on Day 1, Breath 1:  Beingness – simple, obvious and unavoidable.

It is surely the most amazing and incomprehensible of things that turning away from the mind machine and embracing the inescapable Light of Being is so darned difficult for most of us.

Nothing – nothing – could be easier.  It is now!  It is this!  It is here!

~ miriam louisa