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Let’s face it

Posted by lune on January 13, 2010

Lets’s face it.

We keep trying

on and on

to get it.

All these words,

it is as if people are ranting on and on at us-

“THIS IS IT!! THIS IS ALL YOU NEED!”

and still and still…….

we just don’t get it.

We return to our homes battered,

Struggling,

At a loss to find

What we think we must have

At all costs.

And the wind still blows up in the woods, the owls still call plaintively their song of solitude and we curl up around our bruised thoughts and try to rest, try to forget. But even that forgetting is a way to remember. Still we try.

But let’s face it,

it is hard,

When all around us

Tell us

“It is SO EASY!”

“What do you want?”

What is this restlessness

That cannot be saited

What is this paranoia

That renders the self

Out of control

Yet stifled?

It is time to turn back and realise that there is no longer any use using our brains, when thought only places more paranoia on top of original paranoia; the paranoia that started this off in the first place.

It is time to take care of what really matters.

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and this knowing is telling you

Posted by lune on January 12, 2010

“How is it that……the spiritual impulse, especially the inner path of development, is so little effective in the isolated person?” asked a student of Rudolph Steiner, founder of the Anthroposophical movement and father of Biodynamic Farming. “How is it that, despite theoretical insight and the will to action, the successful undertaking of the spiritual impulse is so weak?”

“That is the problem of nutrition,” Steiner replied. “Nutrition today does not give man the strength to manifest the spiritual in the physical. The bridge from the thinking to willing and acting cannot be built anymore.”

from: Nourishing Traditions, by Sally Fallon (page 419).

And this knowing is telling you.
You may think you know it,
You may be sure that you can feel it,
But nothing’s happening until
Finally you hear
Every single cell in your body
Screaming it to you in every single way it can.

Then there is no way you can fail.
But it is not about fantastical brain power
It belongs to the body alone, the container-
But the channels may be blocked,

They can be unblocked;
And the knowing can reach you

This is not about non-duality,
Non-existence,
The absolute,
Nothingness.
No! Rather
This is about gaining the simple knowledge that
Your body knows and can tell you.

From birth until (and especially at) death,
All we want to know is whether-
Everything is going to be OK;
All is well.

We are shining beings
Every cell alive with life,
Completing and beginning
As a body we call Self.

And it starts and ends with this Self,
This Shining One.

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a kind of knowing

Posted by lune on January 5, 2010

It is all about control. All about us trying to control our world, trying to control our children, our day, our life, our relationships, our work,  even me trying to control you by writing this.

There is panic when control is lost; look at how many of us are petrified of flying, petrified of cancer, the future, natural disasters, war.

We are frightened of not knowing.

And the ultimate desire? To know it is all alright. We hanker after anything that puts us back in control, even when we hanker after that which takes us out of control.

I have been away from computers and unable to connect with the internet for a while. For the last two weeks I have instead involved myself in the ways of nature. I got lost in the woods. I allowed snow to cover me completely. I imagined myself as a tall tree, roots stuck fast in the ground, no control over the sunlight on my back, the frost creeping into my sap. It would have done with me what it would, had I not remembered I was a girl and walked home. I soared with gulls and watched waves lap up on the shingle, unprotected.

Sometimes it is important just to lose control and give up wanting to know. Strangely enough, when one becomes a tree, a bird or a wave and allows the elements to do their best and do their worst, a different order of  ‘knowing’ takes over completely.

It is a kind of knowing that cannot be spoken of, a kind of knowing that says, ‘Everything is just as it should be,’ a kind of knowing that is not capable of holding any control over anything…….

It is just a kind of knowing.

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out of nothing bursts forth everything

Posted by lune on December 29, 2009

From the deepness and darkness of the midwinter’s depth springs forth new life, new hopes, new desires, new dreams. Out of nothing – the grinding down, the stopping, the heartbeat that trips and starts afresh – comes this. Just this.

Whatever it appears to be, appears and it is drenched in stickly-sweet sweat and tears, mud and grit.

The Holly springs forth new blessings, blood-red sentinels in the forest clearing, issuing new challenges, from hearth and home and I am pushing forth again and the year has changed, I have changed, life has shifted onto new paths.

Out of nothing bursts forth everything.

This life, this dream, what is it to me? What can it mean? When there is nothing left, everything is possible, everything is allowed, everything is part of a creation that never ceases. Out of a dream comes some kind of returning and this journey leads me back to the hearth, back to the embers that were burning here all the time, back to the home I have always know but never dared to allow myself to become.

When there is nothing left, when the turning year has ground down every cell, every atom, every breath, every thought, then there can only ever be a birthing, there can only ever be a renewal, only ever be a start. In each ending is always and ever a new beginning.

And silence.

This here, right now, is all of me; everything I am, everything I see. I stand naked before the essence of life itself, ready to receive the call of freedom and it whispers constantly in my ears, drowning out the noise of everything else. I am nothing and everything. To be or not to be, to rest then start again. Anything is possible and I know what I know I am to become, what I have already been for an eternity.

The winter’s cleansing, freezing, thawing. The fresh moon haloed in the forest.

You read nothing more, I take nothing less. There is nothing else to know. Following the path, dreaming the dream, nothing begets everything and I am it.

There is the end and here is the beginning.

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