The Light of Pure Consciousness

The Light of Pure Consciousness 

                                                                 

Dive deep into the ocean of being

Enter the temple of Stillness

Through the silent gateway

Between thoughts

Examine the ‘I’ and its entourage:

Sensory perceptions, feelings, 

thoughts, concepts, beliefs

Hold them, one by one

In the mirror of the inner eye

And ask

“Where do you come from?

Where do you go?

Are you who ‘I’ am?

And if you choose to vanish

Do ‘I’ remain?”

Dissolve all things

Completely and utterly

Into nothingness

Then ask

“Who am I?”

All will fall away

Only the One shall stay

It is

Awareness

Primordial

Before thought

Before form

Before time itself

Luminous, self-sufficient and untouched

The phenomenal world arises from nothingness

And returns to nothingness

Each moment

In the light of Pure Consciousness

by Joseph Rundle

The Moon

I am all that you dream.

Mountains of amber and of antimony

shorelines of crystal

more real than all the dusty plains 

and snaking grey rilles of reality.

Adrift in the night

Your dreams are what created me

your dreams formed my every grain:

silver-edged, howl-begotten,

in ancient times eaten by a dragon

I always restored myself:

my triumph gave you the fight 

to do the same.

Once your earth and I were one.

But violence gave birth to me:

tore me away, destroyed our unity.

Now I circle, collecting dreams,

myths, monsters, goddesses,

maidens more beautiful than words,

heroes and hunters of the night.

Neither wolf, nor lover, nor madman

could miss me.

They gaze upon my silver

to howl, or to love,

or to dream with greater passion,

or to take comfort

in the refuge of a small insanity,

or just to go beyond.

I give them wings

I give them longing

I give them my reassuring constancy.

Still a monthly meal for a dragon

I fight my way free.

Painting: Gazing at te Moon by Jan Sam

Stolen

Stolen

Before you were my daughter come into the world,

before you were even born,

you were promised to the darkness

deep beneath my giving earth.

I never knew

what one brother had promised to another,

I never knew

what great Zeus had promised to dark Hades:

I never knew.

Now you have been taken.

Perhaps a part of you went all-knowing

because your soul already knew

what was necessary:

the abduction of the self

the rape of the soul

the violence which comes with transformation

the violence that is necessary for separation

from me, from your mother.

And so for me begins a new state of being:

A new silence, like no silence I have known.

A trifle: a handful of pomegranate seeds

sealed your fate forever:

my child, you are now in Hades' world
and his realm is not mine. 
I, Demeter, who am mother to the earth itself

have had my motherhood stolen from me.

Now my own earth knows my rage
now the dry soil cracks with grief,

now Autumn has come in Spring:

new leaves wither and die in bud,

birds fall silent, fields lie fallow,

and I, the Mater Creatrix, rule a waste land.

Where are you, my daughter,
living out your shadow life
in the dark lands far beneath my feet?
Do you still live,
or are you now a shade among shades?
Where are you, my changed one?
Where are you, my Persephone? 

Gust of Wind by Lucien Levy-Dhurmer

The Cloud-Hidden

The Cloud-Hidden

I am cloud-cast.

This veil of mists and morning light

conceals my face from your view.

Through closed eyes you will see me

in your wanderings,

in your reverie of thoughts

while you never stir from your room.

Dare to travel far

by never taking a single step

for only by not moving

will you stand a chance of finding me,

only by not moving

can you journey to be with me.

I, who desire nothing

am all that you have ever desired

I, whom you will never see

am all that you have ever seen.

I am hidden for your sake.

My beauty

would make you afraid.

My beauty

is more than you could stand.

My beauty

would make you cry

were you ever to look upon my face

as would my love for you.

So why should you journey

to find me?

Why should you journey

to be with me?

How could I leave you

when I am always with you?

How could I not love you

when I look upon you?

I am hidden in these mists of morning

I am these mists

I am lost among the silent stars

I am those stars

I smile in the sun’s warmth

I am that sun

I am all that you have ever needed

I am you.

If I Had Something That Was Me To Give

If I had something that was me to give..

If there was one piece of advice that was mine to give because of the life I have lived it would be to merge with all aspects of the Earth.

Merge with a tree and know what it feels like to be a tree, feel your roots go deep touching the roots of the trees and plants around you, know what it feels like to share of yourself in a place no one else can see, yet reflects on the outside world so beautifully.

Merge with the water, run free, talk constantly like a babbling brook, enter into the stillness of the deep, roar like white water rapids, go places impulse leads, trickle down the path of least resistance, throw yourself off of the edge of your world with abandonment, not knowing where you will end up, be the water falling into a new world and discover that even there you are still who you are.

Merge with that which you are scared of, merge with two of those tectonic plates pushing against each other.. opposing views make mountains come forth.

Merge with the volcano and surf the lava to the center of the Earth.

Merge with Thunderbeings and sing their song.   Feel what they feel when their lightning strikes the Earth.  It makes protoplasms upon her body that looks like the roots of a tree going down into the Earth, touching the Crystal people, adding charge to their creativity, to the mathematical reason for their being.  In that moment they are one with the outside world, a portal, a doorway is opened..  Merge with all of her.  Do not be afraid to see what she has to tell you about how it should be.

Do not be afraid to get swept away by emotions that travel in different directions. Be the tornado, and be the beautiful sunset that reveals its face at the end of a tornado kind of day.

Be the seed inside the shell, struggle to break free and become all that you can be…  and when you break free let go of the shell (the memory of being confined) and just be.  Grow like you were meant to grow.  Turn your face towards the light and feel the love that is coming to you. Feel the clouds share their rain with you, the soil share its nutrients… and grow, grow, grow.

When disaster strikes give yourself permission to feel sorrow, but merge with the birds and ask them what they do and they will say, “it is time to rebuild”.  Going forth we find them building a new nest.  We find them singing like they do, gathering food..  They do not just sit and hold their sorrow inside of them for the rest of their lives. They say, ‘We go on. We rebuild.'

All of the rules for how we are supposed to walk through this dimension have been written upon the Earths body. There are many trees that grow in the forest, together in harmony they make sacred sharing of how we should be. All the rules for how to walk here in this world we know were written upon the Earths body.

Merge with the Earth, see the bigger picture, embrace the bigger picture.  Then there is no need for prejudice, for war, for hate.

There are opposites that work against each other, but even they have their place in the grand design.  When the two winds blow against each have a big emotion, but when again you find that other wind is somewhere else, then be the gentle wind that sneaks up and kisses a friend on the cheek..

Merge with the Earth..  if I had one piece of advice to give for guidance, that is what it would be. Merge with the Earth. 

Do not be afraid to hug something different than yourself.


My thanks to Earthen Girl for her permission to repost this post from her blog https://earthengirl.wordpress.com

Painting The Planting by Sandra Bierman