Concentrate
on the Essence, concentrate on the Light. In lucid bliss, calmly smoking off its own holy fire, The Light streams towards you from all things, All people, all possible permutations of good, evil, thought,
Passion. The lamps are different, but the Light is the same. One matter, one energy, one Light, one Light-mind, Endlessly emanating all things. One turning and burning diamond, One, one, one. Ground yourself, strip yourself down, To blind loving silence. Stay there, until you see You are gazing at the Light With its own Ageless eyes.
~
Rumi
posted by Kia Pierce to Facebook
The Infinitesimal Infinite
Out of a still immensity we came. These million universes were to it The poor light-bubbles of a trivial game, A fragile glimmer in the Infinite.
...It could not find its soul in all that Vast: It drew itself into a little speck Infinitesimal, ignobly cast
Out of earth’s mud and slime strangely awake, A tiny plasm upon a casual globe In the small system of a dwarflike sun,
A little life wearing flesh for robe, A little mind winged through wide space to run.
It lived, it knew, it saw its self sublime, Deathless, outmeasuring Space, outlasting Time
There
is in all visible things an invisible fecundity, a dimmed light, a meek namelessness, a hidden wholeness.
...This mysterious unity and integrity is Wisdom, the Mother of all, Natura naturans. There is in all things an inexhaustible sweetness and purity, a silence that is a fount of action and joy.
It rises up in word- less gentleness and flows out to me from the unseen roots of all created being, welcoming me tenderly, saluting me with indescribable humility.
This is at once my own being, my own nature, and the Gift of my Creator's Thought and Art within me, speaking as Hagia Sophia, speaking as my sister, Wisdom.
I am awakened, I am born again at the voice of this, my Sister, sent to me from the depths of the divine fecundity . . . ..
Sophia is the mercy of God in us. She is the tenderness with which the infinitely mysterious power of pardon turns the darkness of our sins into the light of grace. . . . .
The shadows fall. The stars appear. The birds begin to sleep.
Night embraces the silent half of the earth.
A vagrant, a destitute wanderer with dusty feet, finds his way down a new road. A homeless God, lost in the night, without papers, without identifications, without even a num- ber, a frail expendable exile lies down in desolation under the sweet stars of the world and
entrusts Himself to sleep.
--Thomas Merton, from "Hagia Sophia," 1963. Line length
altered
"Really rare awakening movie
now available in English."
La Belle Verte or The Green
Beautiful / Visit To A Green Planetas it's alternatively known in English is a brilliant
movie written and directed by Coline Serreau released in 1996..
La Belle Verte is a philosophical,
anti-conformist, ecological, feminist, humanist and pacifist fable filled with humour.
Somewhere in the universe, there
exists a planet where the inhabitants have evolved and live their lives in perfect harmony
with nature.
From time to time, some of them
leave to visit other planets.
Curiously, in 200 years, no one has
ever wanted to visit the planet Earth. One day, for personal reasons, a woman volunteers
to do just that. Thus begin her adventures here with us earthlings
… as she uses her special gifts things start to straighten out in an unusually
funny way :)
