in a heap at each other’s feet

Look, the vast Light stands still

Our clearest Light is One!

and

Then it was as if I suddenly saw
the secret beauty of their hearts,
the depths of their hearts where neither sin nor desire
nor self-knowledge can reach,
the core of their reality, the person that each one is
in God’s eyes.

If only they could see themselves as they really are.
If only we could see each other that way all the time,
there would be no more war,
no more hatred, no more cruelty, no more greed…

I suppose the big problem would be
that we would fall down and worship each other.
– Thomas Merton

 


Source: the nonduality highlights


 

come sit with me

Odilon Redon, The Golden Cell

 

Come sit with me.

 

I have plumped up a cushion for you.

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

 

Rest in this silent spaciousness,
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 my own
unadorned aliveness!”

 

Stay.

Please stay!

 

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

 

Beloved,

you

and you alone

are the love of your life.

 

– miriam louisa
Tauranga
Aotearoa New Zealand, 2010


Odilon Redon, The Golden Cell, 1892
British Museum
Source – WikiArt


 

suffering doesn’t get a look-in

Crikey. Here I am contemplating the wantless life and the disappearing worlds and out of nowhere comes Life-as-a-lethal-lurgy. It invades my body and lays it to waste; days of dry heaving and a giddiness that has yet to take off its Sufi-shoes.

There’s nothing remotely pleasant about being sick. It’s a process that has its own mysterious reasons, strategies, timings. I’m in awe of the intelligence that powers this bundle of bones. I can’t grow a toenail, build a cell or mend a tear in the sheath of my skin.

But this body has The Complete Maintenance Manual and Toolkit built-in. The only requirement from my side is to relax and … relax more, to get out of its way while it does what’s necessary. And what amazes me in this simple allowing is that suffering doesn’t get a look-in.

I’m not pretending to myself or anyone that I won’t seek help, or that it’s cool or enjoyable to be ill. It’s horrid. But what I notice now is that it can be horrid without being difficult. It can be both painful and peaceful. It can be whatever it is and be loved for whatever it is. It’s very odd, but don’t-mind mind seems to be the most powerful healing tool of all.

The most effective medicine:

 

Silence and stillness and a sinking into the spaciousness
in which it is all arising.

 

Take as required.