October 2015

Infinite Eternity Of

Every Moment

Every fleeting nano second

An eternity

Of its own Truth.

You are birth

Anew anew anew,

Every Moment

Every fleeting nano second

An eternity

Of a new Truth.

And this is the way

Life is Death,

Time is Death.

In the Timelessness Without Death

The instant we are Created

The instant there is Awareness

That instant

Is already gone

Passed into Eternity

Returned to the sea

& so we surrender

and are surrendered

Mooji The Laughter

I love this clip it captures The Laughter, what gifts we have 😀

Nothing Moving

I take my breath and know

That nothing is moving here

Nothing is moving anywhere

Nothing passes by anything

No thing touches another thing

There is just a notion

A fleeting, mercurial, ghost of an image

Insubstantially overlaying.

There is nothing to collect here

No memory a shadow of its former self

No shade

Of a ghost not there

To even write about.

Nowhere to share it

Nowhere for it to exist.

Yet here I lay it

Out of my heart

Translated through whispers

Taps of my fingers

Silence not moving

Into Silence.

Body Paint Painting!:P


Had a play this week and painted a picture of a body paint, with body paint!:D

Freedom of Forgiveness

All is forgiven and there is nothing to forgive.

Forgiveness, forgiving, is the fathomless connection; wherever we forgive, we are One.

Beyond hope of things being right, beyond the ideas we hold about ourselves and others, is where we are when we forgive.

Loving, when we thought we could not, loving more than we thought we could, gives rise to love infused with the deepest gratitude and knowing of Grace.

If I did not know suffering, I could not forgive.
Every suffering cracks me open, offering me the most precious gift; access to that which I have declared is outside of myself.

Perhaps this is even the ultimate purpose, and process, of this human life.

Then inescapably

All is perfection

All is forgiven

and there is nothing to forgive.


Circles In The End.

What is there here?

Feeling such grief

Holding onto something

Perhaps so long since gone

That it cannot be recalled.

I know what it was

Was a beginning

A start point

A departure from what was.

So in this now

It cannot be held

The paradox being

Its true nature is that

Which I am

Trying to hold against.


So much going on at the moment in a ‘There’s something in the air’ kind of way. Whether it is the change of season, the blood moon just passed or hints of Halloween to come, things feel a little odd.

I was awake in my sleeping body two nights back, solidly wide awake in my sleeping body for quite a while. I started to stretch at one point and thought Yay! waking up properly now, but my body was just turning over and kept right on sleeping until finally my littlest one came in and woke my body up at 5am. Then my awake self experienced my body waking up and opening its eyes and a couple of seconds later everything hooked back together again.

I keep having this, waking up and then later my body waking up, I was feeling it but also feeling unsure about whether it was really happening until now. This has been the clearest time as it took soooo long between waking and waking. I just wandered around in my body and listened to the room around me, my boyfriend breathing, my own breathing, feeling the warmth and weight of my body, the bedclothes, the bubbling pain in my hurt knee and gurgling in my belly. The restful comfort of sleep with complete clarity of awareness.

Somehow, what seems would be the opposite end of this spectrum, during the day my recollections of dreams I have had, are more confusing. My dreams seem extra ‘ordinary’ and real, so some memories I have during the day I am initially processing as memory, and then remembering that I dreamt them rather than lived them. Random things like putting on my glasses to read something in a shop, or a builder smoking inside a shop he is working in. Life is just feeling very odd.

Adding to the odd sensation is that I am not alone in feeling it, some close friends and family are feeling equally odd, and bad dreams seem to be a plenty this week. Yet here I am, feeling just blessed and blessed and blessed. Excitedly happy almost, and over full of love.

Here’s to oddness!:D xxx

Realising today how clean and clear and peaceful this time was because my usual mind was asleep at the time in contrast to the half asleep state I go through during the usual waking up process where all manner of nonsense wanders through my mind as my body snoozes.Like this morning:P

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