Category: Written journal

“No question; answer is before”

“No question; answer is before”
Here it may be that you could find the bits of hope you may be hoping to find.
Be on guard that your very question, when it frames the object it seeks, could obfuscate your attempts to find answers.
Just because I can prefix it with a why, does not necessarily mean there has to be an answer.
Mostly, why-questions aren’t truly questions at all. They are expletives of ignorance.
Fire patterns of Why’s up into the air and try to follow their trail of unanswers. What shows up is the shouting voice of the questioner.
TS Eliot wrote,
‘The only wisdom we can hope to acquire is the wisdom of humility: humility is endless.’
Yes, you may reply. But what about the endless challenge and excitement of the questions, “Why”?
I say they are superficial, short-lived and excite only frustration. The more I know, the more I see I don’t know.
Humility never asked why.
Why is the answer to the origin of Life the Universe and Everything so intractable and so elusive?
It is dawning on some that ideas themselves are limited within our capacity to imagine what is at or beyond the boundaries of our conscious thought.
Our Human perspective or point of reference is, perhaps, eternally self-limiting.
We do not know what questions to ask perhaps because the perspective from which we begin to surmise and then set about trying to comprehend what “is”, is a perspective which can never visualise the wider perspective outside of itself of what “really is”.
I want my heart to be happy and at peace with the continuum it was born into and loves so much to be sharing with others.
For several decades, my heart’s wisdom has been ringing like a bell with the words from a poem I wrote in 1974. It has been chanting them back to me over and over,
“No question; answer is before”
I now listen to the voice of my heart, because the magic in these words feels so right every time my heart brings them back to me,
“No question; answer is before”
These words ease my aching mind, unlock my ability to surrender my will, and truly ‘make me lie down in green pastures, lead me beside quiet waters, refresh my soul.’

~ Love is present EveryNow

*The Quality of the Present*

*The Quality of the Present*

Deep awareness of the present moment feels both strange and free.

In me there is a kind of inner lake. The lake now contains waves and now has turbulence subsided. I am at once the lake and a person gazing on the lake. My identity is both, and both are essential to me.
There is calmness, but with no particular colour. The quality of the present is like this, I feel. It takes on the colour of the moment. It is like water which is not held in any container. It is like the next breath of air which is inhaled. There is no existence to the air as a “before inhalation”. The inhalation, as far as it can be framed as such, is its own life-giving self.
The present does not stain, nor will it be tainted, because the present continually returns to silence.
The present returns to its own nature, with the dignity and simplicity of a deer who, satisfied there is nothing untoward external to itself, gently lowers its head to graze again.
The present holds no sense of itself. It is in a curious way truly Entity Without Identity.
For me nowadays, there is no emotional attachment or colour to my experience of “now”. But oh, there used to be! Sometimes the chaos of competitors for attention had the garishness of a haunted house fairground ride.
I’m talking about jaw-clenched lurches towards shapeshifting colours of eagerly or anxiously anticipated futures, and the imagined burns and shivers from hot and cold cauldrons of endless swirling pasts.
All of that was attachment. It was attention misdirected or distracted away from the Moment. In a word, all that was “pain”. Pain, unnecessary, useless, worthless, senseless. And in the final reckoning, most remarkably, it was avoidable pain.

~ Love is present EveryNow

šŸŖ” Visions of glory šŸ’«

Visions of glory as the new normal
2013 ā€“ Year of my Life ā€“ šŸŖ” šŸ’«

In recent years, life has been flooding and flooding in.

In an intense Shamanic Healing one evening, I was gently but firmly lead to envision my ancient defensive fortifications.
I knew my very young boy self had constructed them to help keep me sane and alive.
I saw I had ceased to require them, because my adult self had long time ago assumed full command of my life.
One evening, with guidance from my Shamanic Healer and my Shaman Spirit guide, I took hands to them in all courage and I broke at them till they fragmented and melted away.
From that point, and to this very day, there is no barrier, no obstacle, nothing between me and the world.
More than being fully in the world, I am blessed by the grace of an intimate sense of union, of one-ness with all things.
I have been able to pick up the many strands of spiritual thought and intellectual understanding that had accumulated in me untarnished over decades.
I began immediately to see their interconnectedness. These separate strands gathered self-organising and are even now still weaving themselves into whole tapestries.
This natural recombination of hidden losses into treasures of practical meaning is a process which will never end!
Growing into adulthood, we assimilate knowledge and wisdom in such small increments as to pass largely unnoticed.
My experience of growing into awareness from the platform of my 66th year looks to me like the acceleration of Starship Enterprise zooming into interstellar space-time at Warp Drive!

I am blessed to have this process of learning and discovery continuing on and on with help from the magnificent wealth of positive inspiration I find every day in Facebook.
But most specially my gratitude goes out to the communion with a few close soul-friends, many of whom are also Biodanzers.
For this unending bounty, glorious in its ever-new normality, I am truly grateful.
In some shape or form, we all carry deep inside us our loving hearts, which are what literally keep us alive, but which, in a real sense, are our own tiny heritage from the far greater power of peace and love from which we spring into being, and to which we return.
And some also carry the weight, the pain of conflict.
We do not yet see the pointlessness of our individual fight against misleading distractions and misdirected wanting.
Some can envision through their clouds of unknowing the universal truths our hearts always want to teach us about and lead us back to!
It is hard not to visualise this fight inside as an external storm, or a battle, or even to identify it as an outside aggressor.
After all, hate is love turned inside out.
Until the time arrived when I deeply felt my struggles need not continue, because I was fighting only myself, that was when love, and not only love, but flat-calm oceans of potable peace, made their presence known in me.
It took a fraction under 67 years to arrive here.
Joy-in-residence such as this will not change my engagement with the outside world.
In fact, I am now permanently resolved to show to the world how it is possible for any person to live and to be entirely present for comfort, for healing, for loving connection, and for universal compassion, forever and ever
~ Love is present E v e r yN o w

* Gratitude for visions of glory as the new normal *

* Gratitude for visions of glory as the new normal *
2013 – Year of my Life
In recent years, life has been flooding and flooding in.
In an intense Shamanic Healing, I was lead to envision my ancient defences. I saw they had ceased to serve their purpose. I took hands to them in all courage and I broke at them till they melted and then there was no obstacle between me and the world, only the world with me!
I have been able to pick up the many strands of spiritual thought and intellectual understanding that had accumulated in me untarnished over decades.
I began immediately to see their interconnectedness. These separate strands gathered self-organising and are even now still weaving themselves into whole tapestries.
This natural recombination of forgotten threads into treasures of meaning will never end!
I am blessed to have this process of learning and discovery continuing on and on with help from the magnificent wealth of positive inspiration I find every day in Facebook.
Most specially I am deeply grateful that I am learning how to re-integrate into the everyday but sublime world through close communion with a few friends, many of whom are also Biodanzers.
For this unending bounty, glorious in its new and welcome normality, I am truly grateful.
In some shape or form, we all carry deep inside us our loving hearts, which are what literally keep us alive, but which, in a real sense, are our own tiny heritage from the far greater power and peace and love from which we spring into being, and to which we return.
And some hearts also carry the weight, the pain of conflict. We do not yet see the pointlessness of our individual fight against misleading distractions and misdirected wanting. Some envision through their clouds of unknowing the universal truths our hearts always want to teach us about and lead us back to!
It is hard not to visualise this fight inside as an external storm or battle or even to identify it as an outside aggressor. After all, hate is love turned inside out.
Came the day, the awareness arrived that my struggles need not continue, because I was fighting only myself, that was when love, and not only love, but flat-calm oceans of potable peace, made their presence known in me.
It took a fraction under 67 years to be enveloped in this heavenly haven of peace.
Joy-in-residence such as this will not change my engagement with the outside world, but I resolve to be entirely present to it for comfort, for healing, for loving connection, and for compassion, forever and ever
~ Love is present EveryNow

Glory to your glory, Morning Glory

Glory to your glory, Morning Glory.

Your silence is music of the highest order.
I listen and I see your face is turned to love those whose love for you
is single-pointed as the light that reaches from a star.
You beckon with serious urgency, but not to me.
Your face awakes in me compassion for your journey today, for those winged workers who will instantly adore you, and who will be nourished by you.
Compassion for your little life,
and for mine.

~ Love is present EveryNow

šŸŒ±The treeness of treesšŸ’š

šŸ’šThe treeness of trees šŸŒ±

May your best dreams
be rooted in earth
may they network
with the sky
šŸŒ·
May you live
as a dream exists ā€“
full of form, light, wonder
šŸŒ·
May you awake
to believe you dreamed
you were alive
and truly know you are

šŸŒ·~ ~ ~ šŸŒ· ~ ~ ~šŸŒ·

Love is present EveryNow

In the beginning

If I have made peace with my heart, if my first best friend and confidante is my heart, I will be taken by surprise, interested, even amused at the way my aroused mind tumbles over itself to take me over and attempts to lead me, tug me on a new dizzying helter-skelter journey.

But after my awareness of the mind’s antics passes, it is time.
It’s time to allow my heart to sing its powerful melodies and to fly on its own terms, not outwards in the direction of the other person, but inwards.
Inwards the unchained heart!
It glows with love and gratitude for this temporal arousal. It is freed to apply emolient tenderness to the cravings of the soul for recognition of its purity.
At last, the heart may trust it will find a mirror where a few of its own qualities, not all, may be reflected in some of the qualities of the heart of another.
In the beginning,
there where your attention
is caught
by the beauty of another
see the mirror.
~ ~ Love is present EveryNow

ā™” ā˜† The Water Nymphs and the Goddess ā˜† ā™”

Have you ever wondered at the tones of silent gloom to be found in the loneliest depths of the great oak forest?
They say the woodland pools of old often rippled in joyous babble, home to happy throngs of Naiads.
One cloudless summer night, weary from daylong dancing with dragonflies, all all asleep, the Naiads of the Round Lake dreamed a collective dream of honeysuckle and summer lightning.
The Solitary Goddess, travelling at the tip top of Her night sky, opened Her one white eye.
From Her heart of silver, She looked out upon the oak woods.
In a clearing, She saw it. She saw a fine and handsome fine Moon there below, shamelessly staring up at Her!
Quickly, quickly, before any churlish curl of cloud could form, She stooped a brilliant Moonbeam silently down and through the canopy of trees to fetch Him.
The bright arm of Moonbeam dipped deep, cupped the still waters where the Spirits of the Lake floated all in their mystery, and Moonbeam splashed them up and up, high over the lake shore, pell-mell up the valley’s wooded slope.
To this day, if you dare venture to walk so far into these so, oh so silent woods, you may see the bodies of the watery people clinging on where they were stranded.
Motionless as clinging ivy on the grey dry bark of the mute and ancient oaks.

[Photo – Ceregidion oak by Chris Adams]

The curvatures of living

The curvatures of living are made from numberless contiguous instants overflowing with love.

The thing is to view the instants from the inside looking out

~~ Love is present EveryNow

šŸ¤HEALING WATERS OF COMPASSIONšŸ¤

šŸ¤Healing waters of compassionšŸ¤
2013 the ‘Year of my Life’
The self I call “I” is a flat calm transparent surface. It is a most natural boundary between water and air.

Both air and water are clear and almost colourless. The air goes up out of sight and the water deeply down.

The surface is without ripple or feature. It extends outward without horizon.

It is silent bliss.

Today more than before in my whole life, my state is open and aware and quiet. In this state I can ride and stay in balance during the time I am presented in the here and now with thoughts, feelings, distractions, discomfort, pain.

It is through my recent journeys of heart awakening that I can fully access healing.

I have come to a resolution of previously unrecognised redundant defences, constructed in childhood. My new-found expanding awareness of myself opens doors to present joyfulness, and to a new appreciation of the sanctity of the gift of life being lived and experienced more and more and yet more abundantly.

Together with self-awareness, I increasingly open my eyes and value the gift of life I see in the lives of others.

To stay truly alive, I absolutely need air, food, water. I have to do the necessary work, if I am to act on my craving for the value of the sweet shelter afforded me from compassionate non-judgemental companionship of others.

In this state, I no longer need to feel secreted away fearful inside a safe place of my own making. It feels like for the first time, I am capable of experiencing the entirety of the richly textured reality of here and now.

I want to shout and shine with gratitude and wonder at simply being vital and alive. And more surprising still, with all this wonderment I find I am fearless and brave, because love is the light that leads me on my journey.

Intense love quenches every last residue of fear. The awareness of such love is self sustaining. It feels like perpetual motion eternally safe!

We are all capable of healing.

Itā€™s about trusting love to come into the closest contact inside my most personal sacred space, and knowing that there, in that serene yet spectacularly huge place of peace, I can heal.

When I completely allow this trust of knowing into my vision of life, when I let trust be the number one in my decision-making, I can begin to heal. We all of us can begin to heal

~ Love is present EveryNow

The flower and the bee


The flower and the bee
The flower is here now for the bee.
The bee knows this.

Bee and flower
are surges
on the tide of life.

Life knows this.
Love is the answer
To which no question exists.
~ Love is present EveryNow

Soulchocolate

HšŸ˜PPINESS fills the EveryNšŸ˜ƒw

The EveryNow is packed so full of the astonishments of Soulchocolate and with such a high degree of precision, all that’s left to me to do is to laugh.

And to smile

And occasionally to giggle
Gratitude for the blessings of this blessed life.
Gratitude for these endless opportunities to shine love’s light.
This month
Today
Now
EveryNow
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