Tag: birdsong

Self-love quenches fear

Time spent in little things

{Now – (Past + Future)} = Infinity in Zero


When I don’t allow myself to accept my circumstances, conflict begins.

I put it to you, I have no need to experience frustration as long as my consciencious attention is fiercely focused towards observation of the fruits of the moment, with every one of my senses awake, tuned, alert, receptive.

There is nothing specifically prescribed to concentrate on. After all, where my body is located, it is surrounded by sights, textures, sounds, scents – an unending procession of the external stimuli of Realia!

I, or you, can engage in this close focusing now and then, if we like.

However, when I choose repeatedly to take the time to plunge myself into immersion of the sensory moment, then from out of this microcosm, I may be blessed to receive radical life-enhancements with the power to permanently change the way I perceive the quality of my life.

These are the slow-maturing fruits of microcosmic inspection. The sweetness they bring is so sublime, I overflow with joy and I simply have to share!

I know from my own experience there is an uncomplicated way to release joy and open the floodgates to love and peace, when I recognise that my mental images of the past and the future are illusions.

The distractions of frustration, fear and anger live in the unreal past and the impossible future. These products of misdirected attention are irrelevant and wholly superfluous to human requirements!

What validates this leap into a blissful state, where rushes of love chase away every last residue of fear?

Well, for a start, being intensely nose-to-nose with the absence of time in the flying moment is thunderingly awesome.

Here are the pleasures of non-attachment, where I cultivate my close attention, and it returns intensity of awareness back to me without locking any part of me into what I am doing with my directed attention.

Explanations about the pleasure of being released from the past and the future is not the thing. The thing is to be thankful.

Gratitude is the right reaction. Be grateful for release into lightness of heart. Be thankful for sudden intimacy with the giant world of intuition. Be in awe of the strange new ability to read hearts.

Flow in the moment helps self realisation.

In the moment when a fragment of birdsong triggers my smile, it triggers also my self love. The union of self with self is union with the whole of existence. What other respectful ways of being glad are there than the gladness of humility, awe and gratitude?

~ Love is present EveryNow

When I see you, dearest Friend

When I see you, dearest Friend, with the question of your whole life, open without borders, in your eyes like a multi-petalled summer flower, my immediate answer, prompted from the single thought on my mind, the only word to arrive on my tongue, is “Love”.

If there is anything I want to say, if I want to find a framework for the words and the tone of the words that I have to say to a dear friend, I need choose only this. “I love you.”

Instead of looking into your expectant eyes, I do not say, “I love you”. I do not say it. No, we are not lovers, we are soul friends! Instead, I choose consciensciously to phrase all that comes from my lips as if I am uttering love poems, love lyrics, love songs.

Suddenly, the cadences and intonation as well as my words themselves come sounding out like the loudest morning chorus of birdsong on the warmest honeysuckle-scented airs of Spring.

I so cherish your beautiful heart.

This is the magic spell love can cast. To offer you only love in love’s name to the glory of the love that I see reflected in your heart without once making mention of the word love.

Love is explicitly what I identify myself with now. This has happened as a result of my careful and detailed enquiry into the questions, “What is my true unashamed public expression of who I am and what I am?”

When I see your reply to the question of your whole life is not in your words, I see a silent, eloquent picture of your unhidden heart. I read your heart in companionable silence.

This could be the end of the conversation. But it shows to me that in the silence of two-way communication is a holding of hands without hands – the simplicity of a shared gaze between friends.

Even without words, we are joined in the river, the stream, the flow of an ocean of ongoing alive exchanges between two compassionate hearts

~ Love is present EveryNow

🟢beauty detonating🟣

🟢beauty detonating🟣

A blade of grass has no looking-glass. It is not green by reason of it absorbing all colours but green.

A grassblade is an abstraction of beauty in a pure material form. It is so and not further.

Night or day, in every grass-blade there is a blinding-bright beauty detonating in total silent anonymity.

Only allow that beauty to enter, to penetrate your heart, and, exactly because you are more actively constructed and construed than a blade of grass, you are able to see, to experience with your conscious awareness the glorious Sufficiency of You in all your innate beauty and latent power.

When that occurs, inspiration, the lack of it, pain, or the lack of it, in fact all states or stages of being in life click into their own place.

That place is where time began and ends. Where love and peace pertain. Like the Tardis, it is a LOT bigger on the inside than on the outside!
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And the maelstrom of moments in which our beauty dances, exists as EveryNow.

“Love is the thread which weaves the empty sky with birdsong

~ Love is present EveryNow”