poetry as a journey of growth and healing.....listening to hearts speak and speaking to hearts that listen.....awakening the sacred presence dormant in each voice.....where voices move in a circle to no beginning and to no end......it's the circle of voices come alive.....
It is always crystal clear when now is. When it is now and I am in its flow I am in an endless luminosity even if it be night. Even if it be pitch dark I can see the clarity that is everywhere.
I do not see this or that; I become seeing itself. I become seeing before things are divided into things you see and things you don not; things you like seeing and things you dislike.
When it is now it is now for ever. Now has always been and always will be. The now that is now is no different than the now of a thousand years ago. It’s the same moment but you cannot place it in time nor take it out of time; it is intemporal. It’s always the same now continuously flowing.
Now does not come after yesterday and before tomorrow. Now is what makes our yesterdays and our tomorrows but cannot itself be split into anyting. Now cannot be measured. Now is timeless; it’s an endless flow that comes from nowhere and goes to nowhere, it moves into the unknown.
You are the unknown for you have become its home. You are the flowing itself; you are home to this journey so you cannot reach any destination. Your destination is simply this never ending movement that keeps perpetuating itself.
I don’t know from where your words are coming but when I hear them I find myself in the middle of a stream. Yes, when I am in the river of now I cannot hold on to any sense of belonging. Even if I have always been here the journey is just beginning. It is ongoing for it is always beginning. It is never ending for it has yet to start.
It is now and it has the color of the wind blowing between us.
It is always crystal clear when now is. When it is now and I am in its flow I am in an endless luminosity even if it be night. Even if it be pitch dark I can see the clarity that is everywhere.
ReplyDeleteI do not see this or that; I become seeing itself. I become seeing before things are divided into things you see and things you don not; things you like seeing and things you dislike.
When it is now it is now for ever. Now has always been and always will be. The now that is now is no different than the now of a thousand years ago. It’s the same moment but you cannot place it in time nor take it out of time; it is intemporal. It’s always the same now continuously flowing.
Now does not come after yesterday and before tomorrow. Now is what makes our yesterdays and our tomorrows but cannot itself be split into anyting. Now cannot be measured. Now is timeless; it’s an endless flow that comes from nowhere and goes to nowhere, it moves into the unknown.
You are the unknown for you have become its home. You are the flowing itself; you are home to this journey so you cannot reach any destination. Your destination is simply this never ending movement that keeps perpetuating itself.
I don’t know from where your words are coming but when I hear them I find myself in the middle of a stream. Yes, when I am in the river of now I cannot hold on to any sense of belonging. Even if I have always been here the journey is just beginning. It is ongoing for it is always beginning. It is never ending for it has yet to start.
It is now and it has the color of the wind blowing between us.