Liminal Awareness
I've held an avid interest in yogic philosophy and comparative mythology for over 30yrs
Sunday, 17 April 2016
Clothed in the Yoniverse
In Tantrism, the first thing is having the experience of touch, of profound contact with things, with the universe, without mental commotion. Everything begins there: touching the universe deeply. When you touch deeply, you no longer need to let go. That occurs naturally.- Daniel Odier
AUM Phallus
"The whole universe is established in the form of Shiva Linga and hence everybody must worship Lord Shiva."
(LING PURANA 1.5.5)
Sunday, 10 April 2016
Elemental Core
People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in their true beauty is revealed only if there is light from within. ~Elisabeth Kübler-Ross
Scriveners Creed
"It is not a strange hybrid of poet and mystic who write a mystical poem. It is not a man who writes first as a mystic and then as a poet. It is not even a mystic who turns over to the poet who happens to dwell within the same brain and body the materials of his insight to be made into a work of art by the competent craftsman. It is rather that the same human being is at once poet and mystic, at one and the same time from the beginning of the process to the end. (The Metaphysical Poets: A Study in Religious Experience, 1936, New York, p. 22) Helen C. White.
Wednesday, 6 April 2016
The Weaver
We hang upon a cross stitch in the fabric of time and space. Resonating with life's rich tapestry ~ By Andy Baz
Monday, 4 April 2016
Vijnana Bhairava
Sting of a wasp
Rip of a nail
A razor’s slice
The needle’s plunge.
A piercing word
A stab of betrayal
The boundary crossed
A trust broken.
In this lacerating moment
Pain is all you know.
Life is tattooing scripture into your flesh,
Scribing incandescence in your nerves.
Right here
In this single searing point
Of intolerable concentration,
Wound becomes portal.
Dive through to the wild brilliance of the Self.
Rip of a nail
A razor’s slice
The needle’s plunge.
A piercing word
A stab of betrayal
The boundary crossed
A trust broken.
In this lacerating moment
Pain is all you know.
Life is tattooing scripture into your flesh,
Scribing incandescence in your nerves.
Right here
In this single searing point
Of intolerable concentration,
Wound becomes portal.
Dive through to the wild brilliance of the Self.
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