The joy of listening
Not adding anything to the cacophony of life’s volume...
To gaze tenderly
Within the heart of stillness
Holding a point of focus
Maintaining a still point
Mouth and jaw soft and sealed within the meeting point
Of silent lips.
No work to do.
The breathe arises through the nostrils, expanding and releasing,
Ever presence to the scents that are within the environment.
The breath carries the smells to active receptors ready to receive.
Awareness of all that emits, pulses and resonates in your environment. And the silence within it all.
Awareness of the sense of touch. Temperature, contact with clothes, furniture, the earth.
Just feeling, just being.
Within this Lotus of tenderness,
Allowing the opening,
Of the blooming of your own sacred flower.
Of your own divine essence
Within the stillness of your senses...
Nothing to add
Nothing to seek
Nothing to know
Nothing to grow
The quiet blessing
That is the fulfilment within the empty full space embodied.
All senses active
Listening, seeing, smelling, feeling.
Within this gentle body soul presence,
a deep sense of connection, of guidance, of expanding self, interconnected beyond form, identity beyond itself, as one with your home planet and expanding as universal being, solar planets and frequencies in communion.
Transference of the wisdom, innate gifts, remembrance as its simple knowing,
humility of the ordinary
as a candle is lit
and is the Light.
Simple expanded presence, within the listening
Within the being
Within the knowing
Such peace is the truth as the stillness blesses the being.
Such gratitude as remembrance illuminates the truth.
Such light as there opens within, the sacred window of conscious choice. Experience...
as illuminating eminence.
As the breathe of spirit purifies and remembers itself.
Ready now to dissolve all old forms...
Ready now to dissolve all old beliefs...
Ready now to dissolve all old distractions...
Defences as old friends ready to evolve.
The arising of simple remembrance of Love
beyond the forms.
Love as the echo of the unified consciousness now aware of itself.
Love as the intimacy that fulfils all beliefs of loss, less and longing.
Love that is the open heart realising itself as a conscious soul ever present.
Deepening now the daily practice the anchors the integration as unified fragments.
As practice in time merges as every moment.
The power walk
that paves a new path.
Dedication and arising that moves every cell within the temple of experience
in dynamic motivation that supersedes needing anything.
The desire to dance the movement that expresses
trust as synthesis,
with the delight of synchronicities
that affirm and validate
the perfection beyond striving, and mirror the power
that is pure conversion as universal source realisation.
The flow from nothingness in its simple expression of appreciation,
to the profound limitless undefinable fractal of realisation.
All the same.
All the state of conscious presence as the pause.
All the stilling of attention,
to the humble listening,
beyond having to add
Anything at all.
Inner peace as embodiment.
And as the wind blows, we know
And in the stillness we glow