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‘I’ am the ‘I’
‘I’ come forth from the void into light, Pua mai au mai ka po iloko o ka malamalama, ‘I’ am the breath that nurtures life, Owau no ka ha, ka mauli ola, ‘I’ am that emptiness, that hollowness beyond all...
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the crystal mountain of awareing
vast causeless liberation is as simple as this: first you acknowledge that nothing but the unalterable Truth will do then you put every notion and fantasy about Truth on hold while all the knitted-up...
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you might wonder why you ever hungered for Truth
Do you really want this? Or do you just want your fluffy ideas about IT to ice your life with sweet pink sugar? It’s oft been said that the reality of this eyelid-ripping calamity called awakening...
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thank you for the hairy ones
This little blog was launched two years ago, on Mothers’ Day 2009, and dedicated to my sweet mother, Miriam. I’m a little late this year – it’s already Monday in this part of the world – but a post is...
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wideawakeness 101
. this unlit light . A L I G H T S … and the world of time and space is birthed anew . . what happens next? who knows? it all depends on how the story’s told . . … Continue reading →
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when I talk to you
258 When I talk to You do I talk to an object? You are the Beloved, my known ‘Beingness’ But is Beingness a ‘thing?’ I look and I find You displayed wherever my senses land wherever my thoughts lead…...
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when God comes in your house
Nothing’s left but what is looking, yet everything you see is you. The Invitation When God comes in your house it is only by your invitation, but even your invitation is God’s, for she has always...
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imperishable, unnameable, the unknowing
words from my treasured teacher 4 On July 20, 1961, Krishnamurti wrote an extraordinary account in his journal of the ineffable and unknowable as It was experienced through his body-mind. He...
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you are a holy compost pile
Chameli Ardagh’s poetic letter dropped into my inbox a few days ago. Perhaps some of you received it as well. It’s too powerful not to be shared, especially at a time when so many of us are...
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Part poetry, part guidebook, part art, Joan Ruvinsky’s ‘The Recognition of Our Own Heart’ invites us into authentic discovery of the unknown — living directly, moment to moment, in the mystery....
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