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The Flowering of Love

taken @ thedusun, Malaysia, 2011

taken @ thedusun, Malaysia, 2011

When you see a flower in the garden, and in the presence of that flower you feel good and alive. You call the flower ‘beautiful’, and you cut the flower out of the ground, and place the flower in a vase on your windowsill.

You say to the flower, “You are mine and mine alone, beautiful flower. You make me happy and whole. Do not leave me and do not change or I will be broken…” ­­

– and you have the audacity to call this ‘Love’.

Wrenched from its natural ground, divided from Source, the flower is ‘yours’ for a while.

Yes, you can tell yourself that; but soon it withers and dies, starved of life and possibility.

Deep down, you know that the flower could never be ‘yours’, so anxiety and sadness rumble underneath the entire project from the start.

This is not unconditional love, friends, this is possession; fear masquerading as love. This is the attempted annihilation of beauty in the name of security, and it is what we are taught and sold, and it is why your human relationships are fraught with such drama, unspoken expectations and deep sorrow.

Wake up to a deeper kind of love, friends, a love without conditions, a love that liberates, a love that never says “you are mine”, a love that would never wrench a flower from its beloved ground, a love that won’t possess or control but sees the beauty in another’s ungraspability, and loves their freedom despite the pain. A love that doesn’t come from without but is the nature of the within, the inevitable consequence of knowing how free you truly are.

Love the flower; see the beauty and the fragility of the flower. Yes, be infinitely kind to the flower but never forget, it cannot be yours and it cannot complete you. It belongs to the universe.

Love the entire universe through the flower, and let go of promises. We only make promises because we do not trust ourselves. There is only Now, and that is the ground of love, and its fertilizer.

~ Jeff Foster

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Forgotten Gods

When you see that face, those eyes, and their actions…
Stepping on children’s chest, pointing those guns in the face of those children,
And probably pulling the hair of those women, who seem too afraid to even scream,
And be hit in the face again and again, and finally, be violated of their purity…

Yes, I am sure; there’d be a wrench in the heart and a kind of silent yearn for justice from the voice of compassion, pity… whatever.

Yet, for whom would this be for?

And ah… so you see,

The brutes, are not really
but forgotten Gods.

And when you have remembered them in vain, that they are Gods;
They begin to join you in remembering themselves,
And you too, and the children, and the women…

The only justice that can ever be served here is in Remembering that they have forgotten, and Recognizing them anyway for who they are innately.

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Walking where

He walked away thinking he was walking away from God;

Little did he know,

that he was actually moving into the God who resides in him.

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Duality

People tell me that this is a dimension of duality,

but I came to notice that it is actually just my perception which is in duality.

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This belonged to me.

This belonged to me.

Recently, I wrote on my FB page, that it takes sheer bravery to let go of something that you love so much.

At least, that was what I thought at that point of devastating time. Bravery was one thing. Understanding was another.

The strangest thing in this whole matter was, what I was asked to let go of is not something anyone would feel significant about. After all, it’s just a motor vehicle. And yet, it was something that made me literally sob like a baby in the morning before she departed. Believe it or not, I did not even tear over the divorce story.

She is really quite a babe and an eye catcher. As she drove away that afternoon, I found my eyes still locked upon her. She is just like that… always managing to capture and hold stares at least for a little while more.

Deep within me, I knew it was not about the motor vehicle but the history and meaning behind the motor vehicle which was and still is authentically very much apart of me. The beginning of how we met was not like any dudette who shopped around for cars. It all started out with an innocent imagination of what I would like to have and then she came… just like that.

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For now, she remains a very clear reminder to me of the possibilities, the abilities, the natural thing in me; in fact, in all of us; if we had bother noticing not to mention embrace it.

And this is in dedication to the memory and story of Puzzle@BKG43.

Civic Type R Puzzle BKG43

This belonged to me too.

For many suns and moons
Even over occasions
There was no matter.

Yet today
In strangest reason
Tears poured in cooing sounds
As if
the heart has ripped apart.

It is a strange happening
And many would deem it silly…

But, we both know it’s not silly.

We both just know…
You are not just amongst the many;
You are the Only One…

The ability to bring my tears forth over You…

Bless you, Puzzle@BKG43. Go make your next owner proud and happy as you did me just by having you.

I love you.

 

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Having & Receiving

A wish to have or receive is perceived due to a mentality of lack.

When the mental state is in fullness, there is no wish to have or receive because there is already having and receiving all the time, unconditionally.

Only twisted perceptions of what comes into our space seems to be obscuring the true appreciation and receiving of abundance.

And that, has nothing to do with whether one actually has, or received.

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Conditioned Peace

Some people think that to have peace, is to ignore the person that irritates or hurt them.

If only they’d notice that even when all communication, meetings or even bonds are said to be severed – their reactions of anger, sadness, tears or even aloofness upon hearing the name or memories of this person already shows that the mere mention causes irritation or hurt without the actual physical presence of this person in their life.

If that is the case, then what difference would it make to ignore or not? The achievement of Peace was only imagined and rather conditioned in the so-called ‘absence’ of the other.

If only they could realise that whether they meet or not meet this person, what ultimately irritates or hurts them is not this person, but rather, the unconscious hanging on to the memorable perception of this person which can only come from an inner error of judgment and expectation within self.

And that, cannot have anything to do with the other.

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Generous Understanding

Of course, it is always comforting,

To Understand.

Since, not to understand is to mean,

Staying in the Unknown.

Yet, did you know, it is more comforting,

To Realize…

that

Everything Out There

Need not to be understood when you don’t understand.

Only the remembrance of Acceptance & Embrace is required.

Understand, only when Understanding Is.

Now, that is Generous Understanding.

Whole

No longer an inside or outside;
Simply all encompassing;
Perhaps, that’s what they mean by
Whole.

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Knowing & Experiencing

Knowing and Experiencing are two different things.

Yet,
to know and not experience is as good as not knowing;
to experience and not know is as good as not experiencing.

Each, mutually exclusive yet without inclusivity,
possess no completeness;

Each’s unrelated interrelatedness with one another,
without which Life holds no meaning.

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