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Unprecedented

http://this.gaia.com — Sun, 05 Jul 2009 16:03:04 GMT

Nothing came before this
Nothing lead up to this
There is nothing that caused this

There is nothing that comes after this
This isn't leading anywhere
Nothing results from this

This is all there is

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Estrada do Sol (Road of the Sun) - Tom Jobim and Dolores Duran

http://this.gaia.com — Mon, 22 Jun 2009 14:43:34 GMT

Estrada do Sol

É de manhã

It’s morning

Vem o sol mas os pingos da chuva

The sun comes but the raindrops

Que ontem caiu

That fell yesterday

Ainda estão a brilhar

Are still shining

Ainda estão a dançar

Are still dancing

Ao vento alegre

To the the happy wind

Que me traz esta canção

That brings me this song

Quero que você me dê a mão

I want you to give me your hand

Vamos sair por aí

Let’s go out and about

Sem pensar no que foi

Without thinking of what it was

Que sonhei, que chorei, que sofri

That I dreamed, that I cried, that I suffered

Pois a nossa manhã

Because our morning

Já me fez esquecer

Has already made me forget

Me dê a mão, vamos sair pra ver o sol, o sol...

Give me your hand, let’s go out to see the sun, the sun...

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Write a thank you letter to something you take for granted.

http://this.gaia.com — Thu, 12 Mar 2009 15:09:39 GMT

Thank you with all my heart
for this one breath
this great peace
for the smile of the Cheshire Cat that fills the sky

Tags: QaR, appreciation, thank you, things, life

Eye of the Storm

http://this.gaia.com — Sun, 04 Jan 2009 23:43:08 GMT

I am sitting in a quiet clearing on some high ground amongst the pine trees and manzanita. I don't really know how I came to be here. Only by becoming good and lost it seems as there were no trails until very near the end. When I found myself here it was so quiet and peaceful that I stayed.

It's been some time now (months, years?) Apparently outside of this circle in the trees the wars still rage and bombs are still falling all around. So many urgent things remain to be done, issues to be resolved, points to be made, healing to take place, development and learning to occur. I make a movement to leave but then... don't.

When lying on my back many dreams can still be seen floating by overhead, some beautiful, some not so much. But here, in this clearing, there is only complete peace and utter stillness that nothing can disturb. Just a dazzling clearness in front of the eyes, behind the eyes and all around. A feeling of clearness fills what used to be my body and what used to be my mind.

Now there is dirt, pine needles and a scented wind that moves through the clearing and through this body completely unimpeded.

Clearing

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Another Glitch in the Matrix

http://this.gaia.com — Thu, 11 Dec 2008 05:58:31 GMT

A gathering at a friend's house of many people hanging out talking and eating. I was talking to a guy I know who had a number written on a piece of paper, a number that I was very interested in and needed to remember but it became apparent that I would have to copy it down so I went searching for a pen and paper. The paper I found was waxy and the pen not working so hot but I eventually got it all operating well enough to serve. 2311 - 2073 - 31... hmmm, there now appeared to be another problem, that is I coudn't seem to faithfully copy the number. I kept making mistakes. I finally asked my friend to please recite it to me while I wrote but even then after a couple of digits I noticed with astonishment that I was writing a different number than the one he was dictating to me! WTF??!! This was really puzzling to me and more than a little disconcerting until a few moments later when it became obvious what the problem was...

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New

http://this.gaia.com — Sun, 23 Nov 2008 05:17:59 GMT

I watch a baby being carried and cared for by it's mother and father. The child is completely supported in every way without having any knowledge or concern about it. It is held, fed, and kept warm and safe. In fact everything is being taken care of, everything is provided and there is absolutely nothing that this young being needs to do beyond just hanging out and being loved.

...and so it is with me...

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NoThing

http://this.gaia.com — Wed, 09 Jul 2008 05:08:59 GMT

No me, no you, no who

No here, no there, no where

No now, no then, no when

Just This

But This!

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The Shy One

http://this.gaia.com — Fri, 27 Jun 2008 12:37:05 GMT

What strange and wonderful animal is this that has stepped out of the twilight of the woods and is standing still and alert on the trail looking back at me. I have no name for it but I seem to have a memory of having glimpsed it before. I instinctively reach toward it and it naturally moves away. When I move to follow it returns to the darkness of the forest. I dive in behind with a determination not to let this thing escape me. It moves invisibly through the trees as I pursue blindly with increasing fervor although I can't shake the disorienting impression that I am actually the one being followed and so closely and silently that it's feet land in my own footprints as I step out of them. This creature is maddening! Lost, torn, and exhausted I finally have to give up the chase, stop where I am, and collapse in the ferns at my feet. This hunt is hopeless, I'm stopping here. But I wonder where here is. I have no idea how I came or how to get back. Too tired to care for the moment, I lean my back against a tree and close my eyes. Anyway this place is fine, in fact quite nice, and so utterly quiet now with just the sound of my own breathing slowly winding down...

How much time goes by before, without opening my eyes, I suddenly notice with amazement that I can feel the magical creature I've been chasing curled up in my lap?! I feel it's living heart beating under my fingers, it's soft fur quivering with aliveness, it's warm breath on my skin, and I am flooded with love!

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Effort

http://this.gaia.com — Fri, 06 Jun 2008 00:02:04 GMT

"It's so hard to stay present. This spiritual stuff can be hard work."

What if being present (or even waking up, embodying your true nature, enlightenment, and all that other fancy stuff) was just as simple as say suddenly noticing the sensation of your tongue in your mouth, the feeling of your feet on the floor, or the sound of rain on the roof? What if it took no more time, effort, understanding, or practice than that and what if it was just that ordinary?

What if instead we had to use all of our will, energy, effort, determination, intellect, imagination, and time just to maintain the ego, an identity for ourselves, or the belief that "I" am the one in the story? What if we had to pour all of our thought, attention, desire and intent into this continuous effort just in order to stay 'endarkened'?

In other words what if waking up started looking a lot less like something one does and a lot more like just giving it a rest!?

Hmmm... :)

-"Hey mister, why are you banging your head against that tree"?

-"Because it feels so good when I stop"!

Tags: effort, presence, awakening, enlightenment, desire, attention, energy, ego

Beneath

http://this.gaia.com — Mon, 05 May 2008 12:46:02 GMT

I live near/among a forest of very tall trees (douglas fir, cedar, hemlock)

where I walk most evenings. Many species of ferns live in the shadows under these trees which in this season are all in the process of slowly unrolling and opening their various shaped fronds, each species with it's own unique gesture. Exquisite gestures of perfect grace performed in absolute stillness. This expression of stillness unfolding, at each point complete.

I share this with them. I too have roots sunk deep into that silent dark life giving loam beneath. In fact what I am is down there unseen. What the world sees as me is just the 'fruiting body' one might say, a gesture. This stillness is mine.

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To Wait

http://this.gaia.com — Mon, 07 Apr 2008 04:07:50 GMT

By what magical power, other than the miraculous conceptualizing ability of the human mind, could one exist standing in the very cross hairs of eternity and manage to declare (and believe):

"No, this is not it. I'm not there yet" ?

! (-Insert explosive expression of mirth here- :) !

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Intent

http://this.gaia.com — Sun, 30 Mar 2008 18:13:36 GMT

(Just this short found reference)

...The ceremony is very ancient. It comes from a time when warriors would drive a stake in the ground, tie themselves to it, and proclaim:
"Thus far and no further. Here, steadfastly against all obstacles, tests, challenges, enemies, and against all odds, I make my stand."

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Once

http://this.gaia.com — Wed, 12 Mar 2008 12:36:26 GMT

The exact quality of this yellow grey late afternoon sunlight and exactly this feeling of the rough surface of this low concrete wall radiating warmth of the day. The very precise line of a crack in the wall and the shadow within it and the precision with which a blade of wind blown grass growing out of that crack has drawn a barely perceptible perfect semicircle in the sand accumulated there. The unabashed magnificence of the dandelion flower growing through the asphalt. This very particular one of a kind aroma blended of diesel fuel, cigarettes, fresh dug earth, juniper roots and the sweat of some men working nearby. The unique song of their joking voices accompanied by a crow, the wind in the trees, and a car going slowly by with it's tires carefully scratching just so in the loose grit lying on the road surface.

What incomprehensible histories aligned to bring all this and more together just as I arrive on the scene, enabling me to witness the once in a lifetime texture of this moment.

It's as if it is all asking me - Do you see? Do you see??

I see. Thank you, thank you...

High overhead a cirrus cloud drifts between me and the sun and the light changes so slightly. One note changed and the chord turns to minor, beautiful.

I turn the corner and it is all gone forever.

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Arch Cape

http://this.gaia.com — Mon, 03 Mar 2008 02:32:45 GMT

ColoredRocks

More play at the beach

Coveguy

Sandbug

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Cape Kiwanda

http://this.gaia.com — Mon, 25 Feb 2008 03:08:44 GMT

Sand

On the side of a large dune ploughing my arms and hands around through the warm sand before sunset.

Sand 2

Sand 3

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Hope Dies

http://this.gaia.com — Wed, 12 Sep 2007 03:02:10 GMT

OK, that's a bit dramatic.
Let's say hope dissolves,
and joy is found growing quite naturally in the space it had occupied.

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THE Book

http://this.gaia.com — Sun, 26 Aug 2007 18:35:38 GMT

I just read a book that perfectly says it all! The last book you'll ever need to read.

One that states the truth so clearly and completely (and with poetic perfection) that one is left standing still and speechless without a single question left in the mind. This book answers them all and ends your search on the spot. Every sentence will ring like a giant wake-up gong in your soul, rearranging your internal architecture back to it's natural state. You'll go forth from the reading of this book with complete and utter peace and confidence into what ever situation might arise, applying the innate wisdom that has always been with you and has always been your birthright and to which you now have full access. It will finally stop your mind in it's tracks and show it, in a way impossible to ignore, the truth, the nature of reality that cannot possibly be resisted any longer and you will immediately feel the old structures of the mind from the past dissolving in an ocean of unutterable gratitude and well being. As from a divine source it gives the final permission you've been waiting for to now BE your true nature, infinite and timeless.

You have arrived at the end of your seeking. You made it, You're here! The search is now over, you've waited and suffered long enough...

(Actually I didn't. There's no book, I'm just kidding around :)

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I'm New Here

http://this.gaia.com — Sun, 22 Jul 2007 15:16:23 GMT

My Life is always somewhere I have never been before this moment.

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I'm So Glad...

http://this.gaia.com — Sun, 03 Jun 2007 06:55:33 GMT

...that I don't have to worry about the future anymore. Such relief.

Tags: Relief, thankful, gladness, future