Inspiration
NOVEMBER 20,2021
Some people look at the beginning and some look at the end. Those who look at the end are great and mighty for their gaze is toward the world beyond.
Those who look at the beginning are more fortunate. They say, "Why should we look at the end? If wheat is sown at the beginning, barley won't grow at the end."
There are other people still more fortunate who look toward neither the beginning, nor the end, but whose minds are absorbed in Allah (The Absolute) in the moment.
And there are yet other people who are absorbed in surface appearances, looking neither at the beginning nor the end. Being extremely forgetful, these people only sow misfortune for themselves and others.
---RUMI
I Will Give You
(Gospel of Thomas, Logion 17)
Jesus said,
"I will give to you:
Shapes that no eye has seen,
Sounds that no ear has heard
Sensations that no hand has touched
Thoughts and feelings
that have never appeared in the
mind and heart of humanity."
Heaven and Earth
(Genesis 1.1c)
The "heaven" in us vibrates through creation.
rising like a volatile mixture of fire and water.
The name of the Holy One vibrates word, light, and atmosphere
constantly telling us, even when we deny it,
that nothing is ever separate.
This "heaven" extends from a center that could be anywhere
to a border that may be everywhere.
It is part of what is created and at the same time
part of what is doing the creating.
How do we make sense of this?
The "earth" in us offers a unique gift
to the rest of the cosmos,
descending like fixed fire
toward a definite end and purpose.
We came for a reason:
there is no other like us.
This uniqueness reminds us of
the preciousness of what we are,
the opportunity of what we can be.
Community. Individuality.
Wave. Particle.
Heaven. Earth.
The first outpouring of sacred reality
expresses itself in these ways,
in beginningness full of mystery
present then, now, and in the future.
-----Original Meditation, Neil Douglas Klotz
As long as man has someone or something to which he can cling, he will not find God. [You can substitute Miracles/Uncaused Love for God]. Whatever man knows or is able to know with his human mentality—whether a thing or a thought—is not God. No one is going to find God while he has anything on which to stand, anything to which he can hold, or anything about which he can think. Startling and unbelievable as this may seem to be, nevertheless it is true.—-Joel S Goldsmith
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field.
I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase ‘each other’
doesn’t make any sense.
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you
Don't go back to sleep
You must ask for what you really want
Don't go back to sleep
People are going back and forth
across the doorsill where the two worlds touch
The door is round and open.
Don't go back to sleep
——RUMI
We must offer ourselves to God like a clean, smooth canvas and not worry ourselves about what God may choose to paint on it, but at each moment, feel only the stroke of His brush. — Jean Pierre de Caussade
“The crucifixion of the self is accomplished when there is nothing left for which you wish to pray.
”——Joel S. Goldsmith, The Thunder of Silence
I have told you these things, so that in me you may have PEACE.
In this world you will have trouble. But take heart!
I have overcome the world.
John 16:33
“One changes the world by virtue of what one has become. Rather than what one does.”—-Dr. Hawkins
PREVIOUS DEEP DIVES
Annunciation
Written by Marie Howe
Even if I don’t see it again—nor ever feel it
I know it is—and that if once it hailed me
it ever does—
And so it is myself I want to turn in that direction
not as towards a place, but it was a tilting
within myself,
as one turns a mirror to flash the light to where
it isn’t—I was blinded like that—and swam
in what shone at me
only able to endure it by being no one and so
specifically myself I thought I’d die
from being loved like that.
GENESIS 1:1, B'reshith
from ORIGINAL MEDITATION, The Aramaic Jesus and the Spirituality of Creation
by Neil Douglas Klotz
In the Beginningness,
In the time before time begins,
In the rest before movement begins,
In the space where nothing but
Elohim is, was and will be.
It all unfolds and moves
like the wings of a bird taking flight,
like a spark turning to flame,
spreading to fire in all directions.
From this center everything travels
toward its purpose,
somehow moving together and yet
each with its own kernel of destiny
known only ot the Holy One.
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God must give us a renewed mind (from Vale Millies)
by Hadewijch
English version by Mother Columba Hart
Original Language Dutch
God must give us a renewed mind
For nobler and freer love,
To make us so new in our life
That Love may bless us
And renew, with new taste,
Those to whom she can give new fulness;
Love is the new and powerful recompense
Of those whose life renews itself for Love alone.
-- Ay, vale, vale, millies --
That renewing of new Love
-- Si dixero, non satis est --
Which renewal will newly experience.
We are many things. We are Nothing and we are Everything and we are our unique expression. But this is a beautiful tribute to the Light of Being.
from HANTA YO
which translates as "move out of the way"
I STAND AT THE CENTER AND THE LIGHT SHINES ALL AROUND ME. AND NOW
I KNOW THAT MY SPIRIT GLOWING MAKES THIS LIGHT. I COME INTO POWER
WITH THE SUN FOR I AM LIKE THE SUN. I AM MY OWN LIGHT.
HERE AT THE CENTER I SEE THE MEANING OF THINGS, ALL THINGS. AND
NOW I KNOW THAT I AM THE MEANING. THE WHOLE MEANING.
THE FOUR DIRECTIONS COME TOGETHER IN ME. I AM THE CENTER AND
EVERYTHING FLOWS FROM ME, RETURNS TO ME.
I AM THAT WHICH THEY CALL GREAT MYSTERY. I AM THAT WHICH EACH
ONE CALLS WAKANTANKA BEFORE COMING HERE, BEFORE SEEING THE LIGHT.
I AM HERE AND SO I KNOW. HERE I KNOW EVERYTHING. HERE I KNOW MY SELF.
I AM THOUGHT AND WILL. AND NOTHING SITS ABOVE MY WILL.
I AM PRIDE AND JOY. AND NOTHING SITS ABOVE MY JOY.
I OWN MY LIFE. AND ONLY MINE. AND SO I SHALL APPRECIATE MY PERSON.
AND SO I SHALL MAKE PROPER USE OF MY SELF.
I STAND HERE IN THE LIGHT OF MY OWN PRESENCE AND I RECOGNIZE MY POWER.
I AM REASON. AND NOTHING SITS ABOVE MY CHOICE.
I AM TRUTH. AND SO I LIVE IN THE SPIRIT.
AND SO I LIVE FOREVER.
I AM THE ONENESS OF THE WHOLE.
AND WHATEVER HAPPENS, HAPPENS IN ME.
I AM (insert your name). THE EARTH IS MY OWN.
"Because our greatest gifts and deepest wounds reside in the same area; because the resurrection of old pains can be so fearful and painful, people need to be reminded in diverse ways that the inner dream of life, the wise word set within and the psychic gold are the natural inheritance of each human soul. Because it is so easy to forget what we so desperately need to remember; old stories talk of golden treasures and great dreams that call us to undertake adventures and pilgrimages that in the end reveal what was within us all along."
- Michael Meade
dominoes.movO, Marvel! a garden amidst the flames.
My heart has become capable of every form;
it is a pasture for gazelles and a convent for Christian monks,
and a temple for idols and the pilgrim’s Ka’ba,
and the tables of the Tomb and the book of the Quran.
I follow the religion of Love: whatever way Love’s camel takes,
that is my religion and my faith.
IBN ARABI
Everything Is Waiting for You. David Whyte
Your great mistake is to act the drama
as if you were alone. As if life
were a progressive and cunning crime
with no witness to the tiny hidden
transgressions. To feel abandoned is to deny
the intimacy of your surroundings. Surely,
even you, at times, have felt the grand array;
the swelling presence, and the chorus, crowding
out your solo voice. You must note
the way the soap dish enables you,
or the window latch grants you freedom.
Alertness is the hidden discipline of familiarity.
The stairs are your mentor of things
to come, the doors have always been there
to frighten you and invite you,
and the tiny speaker in the phone
is your dream-ladder to divinity.
Put down the weight of your aloneness and ease into the
conversation. The kettle is singing
even as it pours you a drink, the cooking pots
have left their arrogant aloofness and
seen the good in you at last. All the birds
and creatures of the world are unutterably
themselves. Everything is waiting for you.
For Longing — John O’Donahue
May you have the courage to listen to the voice of desire
That disturbs you when you have settled for something safe.
May you have the wisdom to enter generously into your own unease
To discover the new direction your longing wants you to take.
May the forms of your belonging–in love, creativity, and friendship–
Be equal to the grandeur and the call of your soul.
Now if we take this image then of a descent, this leads us into an understanding of the dark night. The
poetic image is that of a stone falling in water. Imagine it’s falling, falling, falling, falling. And the water
in which the stone is falling is bottomless. So it’s falling forever, falling forever, falling forever.
And the water in which the stone is falling is falling along an underwater cliff. And there’s little
protrusions along this cliff and every so often, the stone lands on one of these protrusions; and pauses in
its descent. And in the movements of the water, it rolls off and it continues on and on and on and on.
Now imagine you are that stone; and imagine we’re all falling forever into God. And imagine you
momentarily land on a little protrusion where you get to a place where you say, “You know what? I
think I’ll stop here and set up shop and get my bearings and settle in. The dark night of the soul is the
process of being dislodged by love from the perception that the point you’ve come to is deep enough for
you. You see that? We come to a place of realization in love; we come to a place of self-knowledge, we
come to a place of a sense of what life is about. And we pause there in kind of a reflective, subjective
experience of that depth of presence to life. And the self that lives there imagines it has the final say in
who we are. It’s got all this marked out. It’s got it figured out. It’s got its bearings. You go study
theology; become a God-ologist, write books.
And then you fall in love or your mother dies or you have terminal cancer or you’re utterly taken by the
look in the eyes of the one who suffers. And you are dislodged from the ability to live on your own terms. And you continue on in the descent. It’s like this.
So the dark night of the soul then is like the divine strategy of artfully dislodging us from anything less
than an infinite union with infinite love as being enough for us as our destiny, as destiny. James Finley
"This journey then, is nothing more, yet nothing less than a period of acclimating to a new way of seeing, a time of transition and revelation as it gradually comes upon "that" which remains when there is no self. this is not a journey for those who expect love and bliss, rather, it is for the hardy who have been tried by fire and have come to rest in a tough, immovable trust in "that" which lies beyond the known, beyond the self, beyond union and even beyond love and trust itself”. Bernadette Roberts
The endurance of darkness is the preparation for great light.” -St John.