Nature

Devoted Being

“My brethren did more harm to my heart in turning away than those men in town did with a razor.” ~Hutterite Paul Klempt When love is present, I do not fear missteps, nor abandonment, nor misunderstanding. I know that I am loved and held with respect, even when incongruous. In place of dread, commitment to awareness and presence are strengthened, giving rise to more compassionate, vigilant, loving and respectful being. Energy is freed for nurturing integrity and congruity, not wasted in worry about, then hiding or defending, imminent missteps. In the space that two people hold for such beauty, there

Being Present

Nobody doing.Everything already.Infinitely new. The mind will never understand this, but it can realise its truth.How? By giving up the striving to understand.This does not mean that the mind is something to be rid of, or to be silenced.It merely becomes silent by observing itself and what it perceives. Now, always and already.The present moment, beyond and before words.Being, infinite and spontaneous. But the mind must be reminded in earnest, to keep looking, to be curious.For the mind, and its activity of ego, enraptures itself by running away with and in its own compositions.There must be willingness to give up,

Being

Before witness and witnessing.Simpler than right or wrong.True yesterday, tomorrow and now. So quiet that it cannot be heard. Yet all sounds are its voice. So plain that the slightest move is to miss it. Yet all movement occurs because of it. To search for it is to seek in vain. Yet searching happens in order to know it was never lost. ❝ Be sensitive to any impulse to leave this ‘cloud of unknowing’ in favour of the known. The sanctuary of the heart is dark. Nothing can be seen or known there, nothing sought. Let the residue of becoming

Paradox

The mind. It strives desperately, if not valiantly, to solve problems, enigmas and questions. The paradox is that by so doing it is the source of its own consternation. This is the reality of infinite. The silliness of Now. The movement within Awareness. All is completely new in every moment, in the only moment that ever is. Now. ❝ For a few fleeting moments, one’s mind is puzzled by the paradox [of simultaneous stillness and movement]. Then, the mind curls within itself into an infinitely small space and sees once again the nature of its own futile attempts to rush

Present

Now is all there is.No anchoring past.No imagined future. Life is all there is.All form, shades of infinite.All activity, mirages in mind. Nothing apart from Now.Only beingPresent. ❝ We are not present in the now — we are the now. The now is not a container that holds our self along with everything else. It is our self, eternal presence. ❞~Rupert Spira, Presence, Volume I namaste,🙏 ~~This is my personal journey—a soulful sojourn in which I share insights arising in and from self-enquiry. The purpose for writing and sharing is to encourage clarity, to feel more intimately, to be vulnerable—to be

Meeting Within

🇸🇪 ❝ När jag får kontakt med djupet inom mig, då händer också något med mitt sätt att möta dig.❞ 🇬🇧 ❝ When I get in touch with the depth within me, then something also happens with my way of meeting you.❞ ~Are Norrhava, Djup tid och tunna ställen (Deep time and thin places) The quote above is a lovely soundbite, but what does it mean? What happens when I connect with the depth within? For me, there’s an instant space, held and suffused with gentleness. It is presence itself, full of possibility for knowing and being our essential nature

Forget Myself

Stillness and happiness are prominent to the degree that I forget myself. The mind generates thoughts, the ego concretises them into beliefs and thus is created the world of identities. But oh so heavy, noisy and based entirely in past and future. Ever in a continual cycle of accumulation and tail chasing. Freedom is to be, in and as infinite Now, before labels, expectation and defences. ❝ When the Self is unknownThe world arises,Not when it is known. ❞~Ashtavakra Gita namaste,🙏 ~~This is my personal journey—a soulful sojourn in which I share insights arising in and from self-enquiry. The purpose for

Two Dear Friends*

That day, that moment.Never ending, until its end. Embarrassing for the character.Surprising for the observer.Rather normal said Life. Ego and devotion, persistent in concert,Force-feed the hungry ghost. Not alone, never alone.Love. Held always in love.Do they know how deep their service? Presence on a platter,Dawned long before.A howl, a wail.A disgorging of sobs,Only God knows whence. Lifetimes of repression, and oppression,Chasing too,Erupted, spewed, discharged itself.No thing held back.So very weird, yet the mystic knew. Disoriented.Agast.Foolish and indiscreet.Relieved nonetheless.And, and, and what now? In the corner of the eye,Or is it the heart?Between every atom.Simple. Sincere.Awe. ❝ Those are the times

Cessation

To find myself I must be willing to let go of myself and all ideas I have about who that is and who I think I might become. After willingness is established then the hard part begins, cessation of all doing. The irony is unmistakable—the inherent difficulty of nothingness, in withholding all attempts to perform, produce or arrive at anything. In the words of Carl Jung, to “purposely expose oneself to the danger of being devoured by the monster of the maternal abyss”. * Awe causes me to stop. As such, it is both a gateway to and the infinite