Tuesday, December 31, 2013

SOLDIERS OF THE AWAKENING







We are the soldiers of the awakening
Our message is light and sound
We have no master, we follow no leader
Yet we are all at the head of our cause
Our mission is ascension from misery
Our promise is enlightenment
Our past is timeless, our future is present
We are keepers of evernow
We demand nothing, for we need nothing
We abhor violence, detest ignorance,
Advise radiance, enable convergence,
We think without brains, speak without tongues,
Move without bodies, and love without hearts
We are spirit without boundary
Light without fear
Sight without perception
Truth beyond doubt
We are pitch, volume, sparkle & brilliance,
Shining melody, harmonious vision
Attainment, atonement, attunement, our testaments
Unity in diversity
The reflecting pool of eternity
Infinite fraternity

-Anonymous


Friday, December 27, 2013

Who Am I? - Carl Sandburg




My head knocks against the stars.

My feet are on the hilltops.

My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
universal life.


Down in the sounding foam of primal things I
reach my hands and play with pebbles of
destiny.


I have been to hell and back many times.


I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.


I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.


I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs
reading "Keep Off."


My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive
in the universe.      


And who are you??? 

Sunday, September 29, 2013

From Anima to Zen
The Way of, The Way Back, The Way To





For mysteries abound and cannot be solved;
We can only stand rapt in their wonder.  


About suffering they were never wrong,
The Old Masters; how well they understood
it's human position; how it takes place
while someone else is eating or opening a
window or just walking dully along. W.H. Auden

When you anticipate suffering,
you are suffering now.
So when the suffering actually comes,
you have already suffered twice.
Jean Bush



"The happiest moments are when time drops away.
Simone Waclawsky