Softy a voice whispers in the midst of the quiet Heart...
Do not come with the intention to create...
Surrender.... and watch
as creation plays it's symphony
through you...
Kathleen, Ineffible Bliss
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Meredith: I love this inspiration that rises from a quiet heart. Recently, though, I have been wondering about tapping into the energy of creation, wondering, can we be co-creators? For example, can we transmute loving energy to inspire wakefulness in others? Actually, you are doing this here, with your beautiful blog. What is the potential of this energy moving through our fingertips? Can we direct it?
Kathleen: Meredith.... thank you for you loving support... and well as far as I can tell "we" are already creators... with the best of intentions of course..., but I find that all of that comes from mind... and surrender, well surrender is just Heart... more and more and more... and getting out of the way so to speak, seems to make a lot more room for Love to come through... and it already knows what to do with itself... LOVE! :)
5 comments:
Beautiful....
Meredith... you honor me with this post... bowing to beloved Self meeting beloved Self.... kindred spirits are we...
I bow to you, my friends.
Tommy and Kathleen, One of my favorite poems is by Kabir, in which he articulates "beloved Self meeting beloved Self" as Being meeting itself. This is how it feels with you, my friends.
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We are all struggling;
none of us has gone far.
Let your arrogance go,
and look around inside
the blue sky opens out
farther and farther,
the daily sense of failure
goes away, the damage
I have done to myself fades,
a million suns come forward
with light, when I sit firmly
in this world.
I hear bells ringing
that no one has shaken
inside “love”
there is more joy
than we know of,
rain pours down
although the sky is clear
of clouds,
there are whole rivers
of light.
The universe is shot through
in all its parts
by a single sort of love.
How hard it is to feel
that joy in all our bodies!
Those who hope
to be reasonable about it
fail.
The arrogance of reason
has separated us
from that love.
With the word “reason”
you already feel miles away.
How lucky we are
that surrounded
by all this joy
we sing inside
our own little boat.
These poems amount to
Being meeting itself.
These songs
are about forgetting,
dying, and loss.
They rise above
both coming in and going out.
~Kabir
so beautiful Merideth... I have not heard this before... Kabir is wonderful...
"How lucky we are
that surrounded
by all this joy
we sing inside
our own little boat."
(big enough that all the universe fits inside of it... :)
"Do not come with the intention to create...Surrender....and watch
as creation plays it's symphony
through you..."
Ah Kathleen...from one who has tried and tried but kept stumbling in my own way- the secret is to surrender, and then it does play through you.
M- the Kabir poem says it all, doesn't it?
"With the word “reason”
you already feel miles away."
How can one ever explain this to another- it must be found, stumbled upon. Give up all reason, surrender, and then there is nothing to reason with! All need for reason vanishes!
I bow to you & Thank you for the Kabir...I feel it is this way with us too.
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