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#3977 - Monday, August 9, 2010 - Editor: Gloria Lee
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“Truth is within ourselves; it takes no rise
From outward things, whate’er you may believe.
There is an inmost centre in us all,
Where truth abides in fulness;
[...] and to KNOW
Rather consists in opening out a way
Whence the imprisoned splendour may escape,
Than in effecting entry for a light
Supposed to be without.”
From “Paracelsus” by Robert Browning
Maren Springsteen
chose lines from Browning's poem for the
introduction to her own book of poetry. And rightly so, for
indeed her poems are shining with light. Maren speaks from a
knowing heart, one informed by her own encounter with those dark
nights of the soul. What emerges is a voice you can trust,
singing in surrender to the truth of a deep love found at
the heart of all that is. ~Gloria More of her poems may be read on her
website, and she plans to make an ebook available there soon.
Websites: http://marenspringsteen.com
http://twitter.com/mareninthesky
http://mareninthesky.com blog
"In the end, the
kingdom certain is finished and at hand and spirit
untouched by time and space, all came together again as one
divine fabric that had gracefully never been subject to change in
the first place and ‘as in Heaven, so on Earth’ was
felt and seen
to not be an empty promise despite all human pictures often
pointing to the contrary." ~Maren
Postscript – Being is Seeing
“The need is for one to be aware that he IS the SELF or
perfect Being, and that there is nothing in or of him that
can be anything else.”
--Lillian de Waters, Mystic
"I love this
quote, as it is such a lucid pointer to our Reality as
Undimensional, Infinite Essence, as well as a pointer to a valid
practice for those times when one doesn’t intimately feel
and
know Truth and illusion feels more prevalent and
‘real’...."
~Maren
SPUN GOLD
A house
divided in itself cannot stand.
I felt
the Truth, yet spoke of illusion,
falling
back into dream,
pretending
I could be suggested to of 'otherness,'
when all
along
Spun
Gold's Immanence
functions
flawlessly.
Perfection
never challenges itself,
so why
would I?
By
listening to the serpent,
I veiled
myself in Ignorance,
traded in
my Identity for nothingness
that
could never become Substance.
STOP to
these foolish games played by no-one!
Spun Gold
it was all along,
all of
it, this body, mistaken as an obstacle to Peace,
these
politics, countries, people, weather, food,
oh, how
many times did the serpent's whisper appear as
these
innocent images
that
yearn to be truly recognized again,
longing
to serve only THAT
that
they, too, can't but BE.
Faint
memories of being the Master weaver reappear.
Fierce,
loyal, strong and fearless do I stand Alone-Once.
Gently,
tenderly allowing All to be Itself again.
The
shining sea of Spun Gold collapses
and only
total Openness remains,
non-definable,
ungraspable
Silence.