Sunday, April 26, 2015

Erupting with pure, transmuting creativity



The sacred world is wild and alive, and is not organized around ‘me,’ my hopes and fears, my list of ‘needs,’ or my vast spiritual accomplishments and realizations.

It is raw, naked, and erupting with pure, transmuting creativity. There is no past here, no future, and no evidence of a personal, continuous, solid sense of a self that continues through time.

Inside the gates of this mandala there is no longer a bias for one ‘state’ over another, for certain feelings instead of others, for fantasies of a life of invulnerability, or anything other than the majestic, full-spectrum unfolding of embodied presence.

Rather, the sacred world is organized around love, which is the end of the seeker altogether, the dissolving of narcissistic process, and provides no support for self-abandonment of any kind.

All that is left is the dark and light brilliance of the path itself and the open activity of the beloved as she descends from the stars and up out of the gooey, muddy earth, seeding your ripening body with her qualities.

We must look carefully and see if this is what we are actually interested in. 
 

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  1. Thanks so much for the thoughtful blog, trying to comment but not working..

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