247028_1700131558157_1683983463_1267547_1903327_n“Being your true self, being your true nature, is different than experiencing it with thought. Realize that you are the mystery, and that you can’t really look at the mystery because you are only capable of looking from the mystery. There is a very awake, alive, and loving mystery, and that’s what is seeing through your eyes at this moment… instead of trying to figure it all out, which is possible, I suggest you ask, “What’s ultimately behind this set of eyes?” Turn around to see what is looking. Encounter pure mystery, which is pure spirit, and wake up to what you are.” Adyashanti

Possibilities

Al & Sheri AutoPsychoitc“When you start to see the light that you really are, the light waking up in you, the radiance, you realize it has no ibtention to change you. It has no intention to harmonize. It has no agenda. It just happens. The truth is the only thing you’ll ever run into that has no agenda. Everything. That is why the Truth is so powerful. Give up your agendas and continue to expose yourself, and harmonization will naturally occur.” Adyashanti

For Clark and Al Old Friends/Old Loves

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The brain is wider than the sky,
For, put them side by side,
The one the other will include
With ease, and you beside.

The brain is deeper than the sea,
For, hold them, blue to blue,
The one the other will absorb,
As sponges, buckets do.

The brain is just the weight of God,
For, lift them, pound for pound,
And they will differ, if they do,
As syllable from sound.
Emily Dickinson

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

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December 31st
By Richard Hoffman b. 1949 Richard Hoffman
All my undone actions wander
naked across the calendar,

a band of skinny hunter-gatherers,
blown snow scattered here and there,

stumbling toward a future
folded in the New Year I secure

with a pushpin: January’s picture
a painting from the 17th century,

a still life: Skull and mirror,
spilled coin purse and a flower.

For Cara, Vanessa, and Jeanie

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If I Die–Pablo Neruda
IfI die, survive me with such sheer force
that you awaken the furies of the pallid and the cold,
from south to south lift your indelible eyes,
from sun to sun dream through your singing mouth,
I don’t want your laughter or your steps to waver,
I don’t want y heritage of joy to die.
Don’t call upmy person. I am absent.
Live in my absence as if in a house.
Absence is a house so vast
that inside you will pass through it’s walls
and hang pictures on the air
Absence is a house so transparent
that I, lifeless, will see you, living,
and if you suffer, my love,I will die again.

HAPPY HANUKKAH

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Afraid of the Dust

“Afraid of the dust, closely peering
at fragments, we go cautiously among
little things, finer and finer, till no one
is able to find us and we can follow
where the labyrinth wants us to go. Oh, do you
remember when the days were fastened to wheels
of a wagon and the sun waited for the mailman?
You put your hand on the ice they swept
from the delivery truck, and summer reeled back,
nailed again. They’ll never catch us now-
our town grabbed those years, and we ran and ran.
Listen-Paul went to jail. Mary
died in Denver below the tracks.
But our best summer has broken loose: it orbits
in the sky flickering over and over
it’s blind signal, Mary holding out again
a butterfly wing and a dime and an agate,
saying what proved to be true. “They’re for you,
they’re forever.”
William Stafford

Don’t Eat the Frankin Fish

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OPENNESS By Adyashanti

“Openness has no particular location.  It seems to be everywhere.  It has room for anything.  There can be a thought or no thought. There can be a feeling or no feeling.  There can be sounds.  There can be silence.  Nothing disturbs openness.  Nothing disturbs your true nature.  We only get disturbed when… we go into opposition against what’s happening.