#3977 - Monday, August 9, 2010 - Editor: Gloria Lee
#3977 - Monday, August 9, 2010 - Editor: Gloria LeeThe Nonduality Highlights - http://groups.yahoo.com/group/NDhighlights
Truth is within ourselves; it takes no rise
From outward things, whateer you may believe.
There is an inmost centre in us all,
Where truth abides in fulness;
[...] and to KNOW
Rather consists in opening out a way
Whence the imprisoned splendour may escape,
Than in effecting entry for a light
Supposed to be without.
From Paracelsus by Robert BrowningMaren Springsteen chose lines from Browning's poem for the introduction toher own book of poetry. And rightly so, for indeed her poems are shining with light.Maren speaks from a knowing heart, one informed by her own encounter with thosedark nights of the soul. What emerges is a voice you can trust, singing in surrenderto the truth of a deep love found at the heart of all that is.~GloriaMore of her poems may be read on her website, and she plans to make an ebook available there soon.
"In the end, the kingdom certain is finished and at hand and spirit
untouched by time and space, all came together again as one
divine fabric that had gracefully never been subject to change in
the first place and as in Heaven, so on Earth was felt and seen
to not be an empty promise despite all human pictures often
pointing to the contrary." ~Maren
Postscript Being is Seeing
The need is for one to be aware that he IS the SELF or
perfect Being, and that there is nothing in or of him that
can be anything else.
--Lillian de Waters, Mystic
"I love this quote, as it is such a lucid pointer to our Reality as
Undimensional, Infinite Essence, as well as a pointer to a valid
practice for those times when one doesnt intimately feel and
know Truth and illusion feels more prevalent and real...."
A house divided in itself cannot stand.
I felt the Truth, yet spoke of illusion,
falling back into dream,
pretending I could be suggested to of 'otherness,'
when all along
Spun Gold's Immanence
Perfection never challenges itself,
so why would I?
By listening to the serpent,
I veiled myself in Ignorance,
traded in my Identity for nothingness
that could never become Substance.
STOP to these foolish games played by no-one!
Spun Gold it was all along,
all of it, this body, mistaken as an obstacle to Peace,
these politics, countries, people, weather, food,
oh, how many times did the serpent's whisper appear as
these innocent images
that yearn to be truly recognized again,
longing to serve only THAT
that they, too, can't but BE.
Faint memories of being the Master weaver reappear.
Fierce, loyal, strong and fearless do I stand Alone-Once.
Gently, tenderly allowing All to be Itself again.
The shining sea of Spun Gold collapses
and only total Openness remains,