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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, whateer 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
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.
"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 doesnt intimately feel and
know Truth and illusion feels more prevalent and real...."
divided in itself cannot stand.
the Truth, yet spoke of illusion,
back into dream,
I could be suggested to of 'otherness,'
never challenges itself,
listening to the serpent,
myself in Ignorance,
my Identity for nothingness
could never become Substance.
these foolish games played by no-one!
it was all along,
it, this body, mistaken as an obstacle to Peace,
politics, countries, people, weather, food,
many times did the serpent's whisper appear as
yearn to be truly recognized again,
to serve only THAT
they, too, can't but BE.
memories of being the Master weaver reappear.
loyal, strong and fearless do I stand Alone-Once.
tenderly allowing All to be Itself again.
shining sea of Spun Gold collapses
total Openness remains,
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