The Seer

The Journey is but letting go,
Arriving at the One we know
We are, the One we’ve always been,
The One I AM, the never seen,
The Light.

Most will agree, this haunting song by John Lennon has many levels of symbolic meaning — spiritual and otherwise. For your enjoyment and inspiration, here’s a video of street singers from around the world being recorded, overlayed and mixed with one another while singing the song “Stand By Me”. It’s a marvel to listen to and watch. They all deserve to be heard. The finished product is tremendous! So turn up the speaker volume and >>>Click Here.

~ Sent in by Linley Anderson – thanks Linley.

If we have learned
Our lessons from life’s
Losses and failures, and
All that makes it worthwhile…

If we have learned
From our journey
And found the new fullness
Of our human-hood,
We begin to see
The patterns beneath
The surface of things.

Everywhere there is
Something that is lasting…
That doesn’t change
In the center of all
The changes made…
All along the journey
To what we are,
Where we are
In this moment.

Deep and untouchable
Divine patterning
Like arrows
Pointing always to
Something undefined by mind,
Something still
but in motion,
Not old or new.

Gathering both together
Seamlessly being
What has always been
In the unabashed
Nakedness of reality,
Just here, just this,
Unadorned.

~ by Alice Gardner

If I could say it, I would, but how can I begin,
when there is no beginning.
How can I speak of what words can but hint
at the shadow of,
without losing the perfection of it.

I know not whether to laugh or cry.
I know not how to begin to see it as totally
as I know it was,
as it IS.

Let go, for it is still here,
absolute grace, purity of motive,
the opening of a flower that in a moment feared
the coming of Dawn.

Never could the rightness of it be judged
or spoken of, for who can know the blessing
but those graced by the touch of its tender hand,
soothed in the light of its warming smile,
forgiven in the shine of its gracious eye,
bathed in the Peace of its gentle Presence.

As a lily will rise out of the mire,
so out of the darkness of doubt opened the perfection
of the Flower of Light.

I feel the need somehow to say “Thank You!”
but how and to whom?
I gave myself to “You,” knowing the safety of Your “Arms,”
not realizing at first who the “You” was.
When You raised me up I knew who You were,
appearing as my experience in this way,
Thy Love flowing into and as
the moment of
Oneness.

Speechless am I in the face of that moment,
which still IS.
How beautiful the glow; how radiant the Light;
how soothing the smile; how loving the touch of that
Silent Heart.

~ From: The Day of Awakening, by Tony Titshall

Look, the Source is one and all that is;
But It has imaged forth a second, this cosmic array.
Eternally the one great Mind exists alone;
Its universal picture-show comes and goes,
An image on the screen of time.

Eternally, even as the stars play out their birth and death,
The One is undiminished, undivided, undismayed.
For, since the universal drama exists within the one great Mind,
There is no separation, no duality at all.

And yet, while we live and dance in time and space,
We inhabit an imaginary bubble of non-eternity,
Of transient bodies and volitional activities,
A secondary world, unreal.

Once freed of duality’s deception,
We realize we’ve never left eternity’s bliss.
We’re one eternal Self, unbound, unsnared forever,
Complete in the completion of the boundless One,
A “we”, an “I” that stands triumphantly free, beyond imagined time.

~ Swami Abhayananda

We were born into Life; we die into Life.
One day Life tapped me on the shoulder and said,
“Why are you running away from me?”
And I said, “You’re just too boring, too ordinary”,
So I ran to my family and there was Life,
I ran to my business and I met Life,
I ran to my garden and I found Life,
I ran to Shiva (Buddha, Jesus, whoever.) and there stood Life.

Then one day Life tapped me on the shoulder again,
And I turned round and looked into life’s face,
And saw my own,
And then life laughed and said,
“You were me all along”.

~ by Vic Forte

The breath, the wind and the spirit
obey their own mysterious moods
and their own harmonious laws.
When you hear their voices
and feel their touch,
you know they exist without a doubt.
But you do not understand
how they came together,
how they rise and fall as they
pass over and through the earth.

Just as mysterious seems
the movement and the purpose
of every human being
who has returned to the Source
and been reborn from the Great Dark
through the power of breath and of spirit.

~ from the original Aramaic of Jesus’ words (as reported in John 3:8) translated by Neil Douglas-Klotz in The Hidden Gospel

“In the deepest within — the most infinite beyond — in ever present awareness, your soul expands to embrace the entire Kosmos, so that Spirit alone remains, as the simple world of what is. The rain no longer falls on you, but within you; the sun shines from inside your heart and radiates into the world, blessing it with grace; supernovas swirl in your consciousness, the thunder is the sound of your own exhilarated heart; the oceans and rivers are nothing but your blood pulsing to the rhythm of your soul.

Infinitely ascended worlds of light dance in the interior of your brain; infinitely descended worlds of night cascade around your feet; the clouds crawl across the sky of your own unfettered mind, while the wind blows through the empty space where your self once used to be.

The sound of the rain falling on the roof is the only self you can find, here in the obvious world of crystalline one taste, where inner and outer are silly fictions and self and other are obscene lies, and ever-present simplicity is the sound of one hand clapping madly for all eternity. In the greatest depth, the simplest what is, the journey ends, as it always does, exactly where it began.”

~ by Ken Wilber (sent in by Walt Motley, Thanks Walt.)

Stand up, wake up, take note!
New possibilities have arrived
For these lives we had thought were our own.

The possible human stands free now
Of its past constraints,
Of the cage it grew up in, that served it well,
Trembling now with wonder at what it sees.

Old habits of mind fall away like old skin
No longer needed, no longer helpful
Outgrown and abandoned.

A different world, a new earth
Comes into view, fresh and alive
By a change of perception,
A new way of seeing.

We are joined together now
In a new maturity
A new awareness of how it is,
How we are carried on a new wind,
And a new response stirs.

~ by Alice Gardner, © 2009

The magic is in the doing
Not the thinking, reading
Talking or listening about
But in the get down hands dirty
Shirt off doing.

~ by Heather Saunders