Consciousness

Cara Ross Berman

Cara Ross Berman

“The true spiritual urge or yearning is always an invitation beyond the mind. That’s why it’s always been said that if you go to God, you go naked or you don’t go at all. It’s the same for everybody. You go in free of your accumulated knowledge, or you are forever unable to enter.
When you stop holding on to all the knowledge, then you start to enter a different dimension. You move into a dimension where experience inside gets very quiet. The mind may still be there chatting in the background or it might not, but consciousness is no longer bothering itself with the mind… Your awareness just goes right past that wall of knowledge and moves into a very quiet state.
In this quietness, you realize that you don’t know anything simply because you aren’t looking back to the mind for it’s acquired knowledge. This quietness is a mystery to the mind. It is something unknown. As you go into depth, you literally go into deeper experience of what seems to be a great mystery… The mystery just keeps opening to itself…” Adyashanti

For Cara, Vanessa, and Jeanie

GooselandingA Celebration of Life
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.

Wild Geese

Cara Ross Berman

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting,
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting-
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
Mary Oliver