Tag: grass

🟢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”

* A little quiet time together *

* A little quiet time together *

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I and some others who took part in the guided Tree Walk with Anthony Goh one morning at Colourfest in 2013, intensely felt the experience and came away with deep lasting positive impressions from the trees themselves.

The two most tactile tangible realities we are all intimately in connection with throughout our existence are other human beings within the animal world, and grass, flowers and trees, as well as the plants we eat as food in the world of vegetables.

I publish this again here in thanks to Anthony. Before that day, a tree was an item of landscape, seen, but unrecognised, unacknowledged.

— Earth Mother bore our shoeless dancing feet with tender green love. Sky Father trees, all unconscious of their benign majesty, held millions of green solar flags high over us.

— The pinnacle of bliss at Colourfest 2013, was our experience with Tree Walk on Sunday, two by two, now eyes shut, now eyes open, touching, embracing, the breeze of bells carried in the warm air from the Wimborne St Giles church. It deeply moved all who took part, whether first-timers like myself, or not.

— The shockingly blissful conjunction of ourself with trees to the serious and gentle promptings of Anthony Goh was, in one word, thrilling.

— From that day on, my relationship with trees has been changed forever. For one thing, trees to me are no longer there like items which happen to be in my line of sight outside of me.

Trees at last I know to be fellow beings. Every one has a life story, a unique identity – a Treesonality.

Every one has an inner smile which I know I can share just by spending a little quiet time together.