STAY CLOSE, MY HEART

 "Stay close, my heart, to the One who knows your ways;
Come into the shade of the Tree that always has fresh flowers.
Don't stroll idly through the bazaar of the perfume-markers:
Stay in the shop of the sugar-seller.
If you don't find true balance, anyone can deceive you;
Anyone can trick out of a thing of straw,
And make you take it for gold
Don't squat with a bowl before every boiling pot;
In each pot on the fire you find very different things.
Not all sugar canes have sugar, not all abysses a peak;
Not all eyes possess vision, not every sea is full of pearls.
O nightingale, with your voice of dark honey! Go on lamenting!
Only your drunken ecstasy can pierce the rock's hard heart!
Surrender yourself, and if you cannot be welcomed by the Friend,
Know that you are rebelling inwardly like a thread
That doesn't want to go through the needle's eye!
The awakened heart is a lamp; protect it by the hem of your robe!
Hurry and get out of this wind, for the weather is bad.
And when you've left this storm, you will come to a fountain;
You'll find a Friend there who will always nourish your soul.
And with your soul always green, you'll grow into a tall tree
Flowering always with sweet light-fruit, whose growth is interior."   
~Jalaluddin Rumi

Rumi was one of the great spiritual masters and poetical geniuses of mankind; he founded the Mawlawi Sufi order, a leading mystical brotherhood still in existence today.
 
This poem is  warns us to not allow ordinary things to deter us from our spiritual sojourns from the ordinary and mundane to the miraculous. He exhorts us to stay on the path and to remain steadfast to find what  is highest in self - to find God, whom he calls the Friend.
 
Along with Tolle, I am  cautious about using the word "God" . It has been so misused and abused. Very few truly Know GOD, but those who do,  know that GOD is not a word or the ordinary concepts, myths and stories. God is not 'dead", meet GOD in the NOW.
 
Peace and Blessings, Peace and Blessings, May you find your Way.
 BE LOVE
BE PEACE
BE COMPASSION
 
BE

You Are A Sleeping Machine

The truth is hard to hear.

The ego is in denial of reality all the time.

The moment it gets a glimpse of itself, it starts the "blame game"; often beginning with whoever or whatever gave it the opportunity to see itself - clearly - in action for a moment or two. It goes into kill mode trying to ensure it won't happen again.

After all, it wants you to stay in your comfort zone - that is it's cozy little home.

I see you staring daggers.
False love turns to false hate in the same breath my friend.

Don't shoot the messenger.
The messenger may be your only true friend.

She appears at the behest of your real wish to BE.

Be Calm in the midst of that ego tantrum.
Watch it wiggle and squirm.
Don't be taken in or frightened by its lies.
Shed that snake's "skin".

Then, you will see who you really are under there.
That's the road to Freedom.
Begin to BE Free for the first time in your life.
This is my Prayer for you.

Peace and Blessings,
Peace and Blessings


Be Peace
Be Love
Be Listening
Be Watching
BE
~ by Laura Lopez, 3 July 2010
` por mi Alma

Every Moment

Vessel

Every moment there is an opportunity to 'come back' to my-self. I can stop for a moment and in that moment I can take a deep breath and relax the body - releasing tensions in muscles. I can let go of the chatter in the 'mind' and return to awareness of my own presence -my body here, in this moment, in the now. I can awaken to the reality that I am not just a talking head; I am a living breathing organism.

As I return to my self perhaps, if I am quiet enough, I can see that what I truly wish for in my heart of hearts cannot be found outside of my self in worldly striving, it is here, in this Peace. Everything I truly wish for can only be found through Being in this moment and this moment and this moment and so on. When I forget and am taken again by the outer world and lose the connection to self, in every moment I have an opportunity to stop, breathe, let go, and return.

Stop
Breathe
Let go
Be Still
Return
Be Peace Full
BE

  

Easter Sunday ~ The Resurrection

  

Women at the Tomb & the Ascension Of Christ ~ 15th Century Painting Fr. Angelico 

When the women came to the tomb they saw the stone was moved away from the entrance and that it was empty and that Mary Magdalene looked into the tomb weeping and saw two angels sitting there who asked her why she was weeping. She told them she feared someone had taken Christ away; then she turned and saw a man she at first took to be a gardener standing there.

 He also asked her why she wept and then called her name, "Mary", and she knew he was Christ and reached for him but he told her not to touch him because he had not yet  ascended to his Father; he instructed her to go to his "brethren" and tell them,  "I ascend unto my Father and your Father and to my God and your God." Mary went to the disciples and told them but they didn't believe her; later that evening Jesus appeared to them in a closed room where they were hiding from the authorities. He stood in their midst  and showed them his hands and side then he said, "Peace be unto you. as my Father sent me even so I send you". When he said this he "breathed" on them and said, "Receive ye the Holy Ghost, whose soever sins ye remit, they are remitted unto them, and whose soever sins ye retain they are retained." Thomas was not with them during this visitation and when he was told of it he did not believe Christ had come. He said he would only believe if he saw Jesus for himself and put his hands on the spots where the nails and sword had been driving into the body.

Ascention by Danny Hahlbohm

Be Peace

Be Love

Be Pure in Spirit

Be Blessed

BE

"And when they drew nigh unto Jerusalem, and were come to Bethpage, unto the mount of Olives, then sent Jesus two disciples, Saying unto them, Go into the village over against you, and straightway ye shall find an ass tied, and a colt with her: loose them, and bring them unto me. And if any man say ought unto you, ye shall say, The Lord hath need of them; and straightway he will send them.  All this was done, that it might be fulfilled which was spoken by the prophet, saying,  Tell ye the daughter of Sion, Behold, thy King cometh unto thee, meek, and sitting upon an ass, and a colt the foal of an ass.  And the disciples went, and did as Jesus commanded them,  And brought the ass, and the colt, and put on them their clothes, and they set him thereon." (Matthew 21:1-7 KJV)

Be Peaceful
BE

SHIFTING

Shifting inside
Shifting outside
Shifting all around

Everything is in motion
Changing all the time
Nothing is still

Shifting inside
Shifting outside
Shifting all around

Can you feel it?
Are you awake?
Are you dancing?
Are you seeing?

Shifting inside
Shifting outside
Shifting all around

BEing
BE

When the Mourning Is Over

 

detail from painted shawl

How do we know when the worst part of the mourning is over after any loss?  For myself, I wake up one day and realize the crushing weight of longing for what is finished is gone. The sun is shining inside me even if it’s not shining outside; the world has not come to an end, and if it is, that’s okay.  I am in alignment again. The nagging sense of lonesomeness has been vanquished, swept away out of my internal world by sweet acceptance and understanding. Shattered confidence is (seemingly mysteriously) restored to its rightful place. My Heart has mended.  All people, places and things are recognized and known for what they really are… for what they really have been all along – including self.  Inner peace IS. Lady and Sir Denial, like Elvis, have indeed left the building. Huzzah! Monsieur Energy Sucker and his wife, Madame What If-If Only, have gone with them – all vanished into thin air. The only evidence left of their grim visitations - new lessons impressed indelibly on hard drive memory; lessons earned… if I have been diligent in my Work - lessons now one with my cellular structure. Some mistakes will never be repeated again. Some will. I Know this. Understanding of what that old adage, “Time heals all wounds”, means reigns again, more deeply this time as it is each time I Pay attention to the process. Grateful to know these truths in my Holy of Holies; my Dear Heart is glad of the healing balm.  Grace settles on me, a veil has been lifted and I Know the ancient Promise is made good. Not a single petty “iota” dares even think to speak of the dead in egoistic attempts at false rationalization. It is over and to “keep moving” forward in this clearer perception is Joy. I am off the sidelines and have been restored to sanity, free to Love without fear or stinginess.

“Ha, yes, for now!” some gloomy Gus snorts in an echo from a back room of the head brain.
“Yes, my dear this is a given”, I smile, “it always has been, but each time we know more, yes? You always forget that part of the observation. Perhaps it was inconvenient for you to remember; in any case, to keep moving forward is a Joy. This is my birthright.”

Be Peaceful
Be Kindness
Be Love
BE

GRACE

BE Grace

BE Good - not in mean and petty selfishness born in calculating snakiness.
Nothing purchased in that way will ever be yours.

BE Selfless – not from romantic notions, not as an actor in that movie in the head brain.
Nothing purchased in that way will ever be yours.

BE Generosity of Spirit - not as a ticket to getting more for self, nor from foolishness.
Nothing purchased in that way will ever be yours.

BE Gratefulness and Love – not as a con man's transparent gesture.
Nothing purchased in that way will ever be yours.

BE a true Helper of God - not a criminal in your mechanicality always cheating and hurting others.
Nothing purchased in that way will ever be yours.

BE Brave – not like a star in your imagination, but like a Man or Woman – without those famous quotation marks.

BE Truthful - not this wriggling worm caught eternally on that internal hook of lies, justifications, "rationales" and false belief systems.
Nothing purchased in that way will ever be yours.

BE Working – not for street change,but for real Change ~ learn How to BE a real Human in and from your Heart as God intended.

Put away childish things.
Nothing purchased with lies and imagination, nothing purchased in that way will ever be yours.

BE in Grace
Just
BE

Photo Above

The "Five Rememberances" of Zen

"I am of the nature to grow old. I cannot escape growing old. 

I am of the nature to have ill-health. I cannot escape having ill-health. 

I am of the nature to die. There is no way to escape death. 

All that is dear to me and everyone I love are of the nature to change. 

There is no way to escape being separated from them. 

I inherit the results of my actions in body, speech and mind. 

My actions are the ground on which I stand."

~~~~~

Where do I take these words in to my self?
How do I take them in?
Are they thieves sent to rob me of happiness
Or little jewels
Sent to remind me
Of who I AM
and
What I Wish?


Be Blessed Today
BE Pleasant
Be Peace

Be Happy
BE

Happy 2010

“What I do you cannot do; but what you do, I cannot do. The needs are great, and none of us, including me, ever do great things. But we can all do small things, with great love, and together we can do something wonderful.”  ~ Mother Teresa of Calcutta

~

"Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind ?
Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and old lang syne  (long, long ago)?

For auld lang syne, my dear,
for auld lang syne,
we'll take a cup of kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
And surely you'll buy your pint cup !
and surely I'll buy mine !
And we'll take a cup o' kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.

We [too] have run about the slopes,
and picked the daisies fine;
But we've wandered many a weary foot,
since auld lang syne.

We [too] have paddled in the stream,
from morning sun till dine (dawn);
But seas between us broad have roared
since auld lang syne.

And there's a hand my trusty friend !
And give us a hand o' thine !
And we'll take a right good-will draught,
for auld lang syne."

~ 

I Wish everyone, everywhere a year filled with Illumination and Peace.

BE Peaceful
BE Under Standing
BE Loving
BE True

God Is Love
BE Love 

"Oh Crist Mass Tree"

He thinks he understands.
He thinks with his head brain.
She believes she knows.
The voices in her head tell her so.
He thinks he is wise.
He's just learned a few tricks.
 All
Blind pain bodies.
Dictating, orchestrating
In illusion.

What is the duty of a real friend?
What is the greatest Gift you can give?

BE LOVE
BE Happy Holy Days
BE

Remorse of Conscience

Remorse of Conscience. What is it? Those first tastes, those first momentary glimpses of real remorse are enough to send one running a million billion miles away from the spot, only to return years later, often on the death bed, gnashing teeth, finally forced to stop and look at one's own merde. Too late, there one stands naked, fully aware of what one has been during a lifetime of refusing to answer to a higher call.  There, one suffers hellishly for chronic refusal to face the reality of who and what one has been and  done to make one's own and many others lives  miserable parodies of what Human life is truly meant to be. 

Kicking it aside like a bothersome little cur, one only wishes to be rid of this remorse of conscience, this eerie feeling that fills one's inner world in rare moments. At first the sensation of dawning remorse is a scary sort of feeling, an inkling, a momentary knowing that one is in serious error.  In a flash you know, irrefutably, that you  have behaved badly by committing acts based on incorrect beliefs, anger, meanness, jealousy, greed, self pity, egotistical pride, or not getting your way, etc. Whatever the trigger, you are stuck for a moment or two and your reactive actions as you wriggle around inside yourself to get free of the revelations, reactionary justifying and "rationalizing" of your bad behavior only digs you into deeper and  darker places in self. 

Regardless of what methods are used to resist experiences of remorse of conscience and how successful the reactive resistances in those moments are, the same remorse keeps coming back until addressed and dealt with properly. For some, remorse returns only from time to time as a niggling little itch, a teeny twitch of the stomach muscles. For others remorse remains close to the surface, begging at the door of Being, blocking entry to organic experiencing of one's life, keeping one in illusion. Resistance and false resolutions become permanent dark clouds that shadow everything in your life, driving the possibility of Transformation further and further away. Eventually everything in your life is destroyed by avoidance. Your chance at unconditional Love is murdered at your own ego's hand. You lose sight of the way out. Continual loss of Love is the only reward of avoidance.  Soon you forget your true purpose because resistance to and avoidance of the experiencing of remorse of conscience forces one to dance, continually possessed, to negative tunes. One is unable to stop dancing about, blown uncontrollably this way and that like the dancer in the fairy tale, The Red Shoes.

Drink, drugs, the quest for someone to lose yourself in, sex, food, shopping, conquering, killing, maiming, and harming others, lusting after riches, inane onanistic addictions such as incessant telephoning, texting, gossiping, computer usage, TV watching, video gaming, church and religion hopping, excessive proselytizing, hypochondria, doctor shopping, and any other activity in which one engages to 'lose' oneself, or to "pass the time" are all avoidance activities and tactics. Chronic lying, fault finding, blaming others, the use of slander and innuendo to cover one's butt and the internal "accountant's" accountings created by false 'i's" -  those internal desperadoes - those little "voices in the head brain" that stem from real or imagined pain bodies. These are all desperate attempts to escape the inescapable - the experience of real remorse - raw, naked, and truly irrefutable.

Sadly, one has no clue as to what one is throwing away by allowing all this to go on. One allows the idiot head brain to tell the usual lies instead of doing the work to find out for oneself. Some try to ignore the experience of remorse of conscience, preferring instead to pay with ulcers, irritable bowl syndrome, chronic anxiety, cancer, mental "illness", and or other, (often life threatening) dis-eases. By midlife many suffer several of these dis-eases at the same time - so big has the problem become. Many shrivel up inside, unable to breathe as they drown in a sea of negative emotions simply to avoid seeing remorse through from beginning to right end. Making things right, paying back, admission of error, simply saying, "I am sorry." and asking for forgiveness is seemingly, the hardest thing to do for so many people. Instead, new "devils" are created. Genuine Unconditional Love is sacrificed for illusion. Only poor shows of false love are possible for those who do not allow sincere remorse of conscience into their Human experience.That kind of love has no sticking power. It is fluff blown away on the next breeze.

Stay,
Stand Still,
BE
Claim Your Life,
 Listen, Obey,
Submit to God.

 Allow yourself to experience remorse of conscience, come to know and understand it in yourself as well as you know your ABC's and 1 2 3's . Develop a taste for it.  Acknowledge and welcome it's valuable lessons.

Strive to be sinless against self and others.

Own your own Remorse.
Wear it proudly, this Ermine Robe, this Gift of Redemption given by the All. 

Practice saying, "I Am Sorry."
Practice meaning it.

Listen for the True Sound ringing in your Heart that comes when the words are spoken honestly and sincerely. 

See what happens then. Stick around. Glue your feet to the ground and see the new beginnings, no matter what.
Be brave. No jiving and shucking here will do if you are ever to be Master of Self.

Help God.
Help Your-self
Help HUmanity

Have yourself a Merry Little Christ Mass.

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"To possess the right to the name of ‘man,’ one must be one. And to be such, one must first of all, with an indefatigable persistence and an unquenchable impulse of desire, issuing from all the separate independent parts constituting one’s entire common presence, that is to say, with a desire issuing simultaneously from thought, feeling, and organic instinct, work on an all-round knowledge of oneself—at the same time struggling unceasingly with one’s subjective weaknesses—and then after-wards, taking one’s stand upon the results thus obtained by one’s consciousness alone, concerning the defects in one’s established subjectivity as well as the elucidated means for the possibility of combating them, strive for their eradication without mercy towards oneself.^" 

 G. I. Gurdjieff, Beelzebub’s Tales to His Grandson, New York: Harcourt, Brace & Company, 1950, p. 1209. 


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BE Peacable
BE LOVE
BE

Empty

Emptiness
Fills me
With
No limitations
I am No-thing
Alive in
Eternity
Bliss
              ~ LaloBean


GOD IS LOVE
BE GOD
BE LOVE
BE

TOO MUCH TALKING

There's a whole lot of talking going on.
Too  much talking.
They say yes, they say no.

Others concur,
They disagree.

Hugging
Fighting
Hugging
 
Yes, no, yes, no... maybe.

Bargaining.

A whole lot of talking,
In head brains,
In heart brains.
Too much talking.

Does anyone really hear anything?
Do you know what is really meant?

No...

Filters, filters, everywhere,
Nothing is under~stood.

Filters in the brains,
Filters on the Heart,

Brains on automatic pilot.

Can you hear your cells
Whispering deeper down?
There are the roots of desire.

Do you know how to listen?

Somewhere in those unseen places,
In that deep darkness,
Lives the truth of who you were,
Who you really are,

Who you can be.

There, lie the real gems and secrets,
The treasures you yearn for.

If only you could Hear
In purer states of being,
In true honesty.

Perhaps a wiggling free
From the

Ordinary
Mundane
Hamster wheel
existence

You mistake for living

Could begin,

Opening doors to

Freedom from that deadening mechanicality.

If only...


BE at Peace
BE PEACE
BE

Close Door Open Door Spin Spin Spin

I closed a door
and turned in Grace
First doubtful
Then full on conscious Faith
Spinning
I meet the Beloved
Dancing
Balanced
In
His Embrace

Be In Peace
Know You are Loved
BE