Deriving their authority from Silence, the Great Sophia perfects everyone by reflecting on Life without the use of speech.
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Thanks for the Invite Anki :)
A Kether MuseWritten1-30-2016The rain flows down the window glass swerving back and forth along random pathways.Pushed along by gravity's mighty handit has no choice but to travel downward.I know that time is passing for the movement tells me so.But why does it feel as though time is standing still?“How many hours have I been sitting here?” I ask myself.In immediate response a voice answers, “Does it matter?”It is Shadow's voice.At that query my ears slowly begin to fill with the sound of the rain upon the roofand I feel as if I am awaking from a dream.Perhaps I am.The random path my life has taken sometimes seems like like the travels of the rain, meandering, being push forward by unseen hands from one dream awakening to the next.But I see those times, like Robert Frost,where the road is my own to chooseas I slip into another dreamlike state.I hear Shadows voice whispering, “There you go.”Memories appear from the fogshimmering in dappled sunlight.Visible for a moment then gone.Memories of the forks in the roadwhere I have chosen my own pathnot guided by the hands of Fate.The Moirai spin, measure and cutas the tapestry of a life is woven.It seems so easy to blame the Fates for the patterns that emerge.Shadow whispers, “You choose the pattern and the Fates follow your song.” I can hear the steady rhythmic beat of warp and weft echoing off unseen walls around me.The sounds grows louder and increases in speed as my heart seems to match the rhythm.AhRa KaRa.AhRa KaRa AhRa KaRAAhRA KaRA!Abruptly all is silent except the rhythm of the rain falling.I open my eyes to once again to see the meandering drops sliding down the window glass.I feel alone as Shadow departsleaving reflections of light in the raindrops.The rain is steered by the hands of Fate, not I.
BeautyWhere is Beauty?I search for her.Where is Love,Her other Self?When I find them,Will I know it?When I find themWill Wisdom come?Where is Peace?I yearn for her. Where is Home?I want to go there.As the road open at my feetWill I tread it open hearted?Can I clearly see my Way?Is it marked? Yes, I have started.
love this picture Julian, where is it from?
By the lake at Sunset
Reflections of soft lavender
Mix with oranges and red
High lighted by searing rays and twinkles
All reflected in the depths of the lake waters
And stunningly present above
Gifts for those below now full of wonder and awe
Seeking the Source of all this beauty
And when revealed suddenly
The depth of this wondrous gift
Stuns one into silence and appreciation
Followed by Heavenly Music played into
the interior heart of the Watcher
Well-Being fills the air
All is well – God cares
IN THE MIDWAY OF THIS MORTAL LIFE,
I FOUND ME IN A GLOOMY WOOD, ASTRAY.
Keep a True Heart.
Love as much as you can.
Conquer anger and hate which
Burns your heart away
Bit by Bit or all at once.
Love and give blessings.
Love and give thanks for all your Blessings.
Yes, who and what you are is known.
Who you are changing to re-unite with
Knows you well.
When you remember
You will well know too.
'The Memory of Perfection' is the beautiful expression referring to The garden before the skin.
Think of how would you feel being back Home/ Source living in Love and Beauty within a place of Balance, Peace, Power, Strength and Harmony as a fulfilled Spiritual Persona and more...
Song of Mahamudra
This ordinary mind of nowness is untouched by fixations on birth and
It's unceasing manifestation is unshaken by projections.
The realm of Samsara and Nirvana appear simultaneously-
This is the effortless path of the marvellous mahamudra.
Seeing the self-existing ground of insight'
The gates of Samsara and Nirvana fall into step,
And the apparent confusion of the three worlds collapses into space.
The three bodies of enlightenment are arrived at in a natural state,
So why look forward to future results?
This is the special teaching of the Kagupas
Thinking on that, I emulate my forefathers.
Song of the 16th Gyalwa Karmapa
AngelsCollect all the figurines your heart desires.Invest them as symbols of love and caring.But no figures of wood, porcelain, paper, cloth, gilt and paintAre real although the thought conveysAlertness, awareness,desire for more...More than meets the eye which your heart tells you exists inside.Real Angels flutter within your breastPutting woes and cares to restPutting out lessons for you knowThat is where the start and stop and go come from.The summary is that: Aspects of yourself they are,Mysteries from near and far,Interior visions of True RealityMade from Mind for you to see.Lessons come and lessons go.You change and change until you knowHow much you’re worth and Who you areBecoming perfect without a flaw.No longer a tar baby***
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