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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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you are home

Posted by lune on December 23, 2009

The most confounded thing, wow, it is the most confounded thing. I found it in the most confounded place, a place I would have never imagined looking and although I wasn’t looking, there it is.

There is no formula, there is no place to look, because it is everywhere and it is almost as if it cannot stand being looked at, but it does. It is like a thousand symphonies playing one against the other, for each other – and all of it makes sense, totally, but I could not tell you how. It is beyond all that, but so ordinarily within it.

And it is like being one-day-old and in your mother’s arms, gazing up into the clearest blue eyes, the deepest crystal waters you could ever imagine; there are no boundaries, there are no rules and there is no right, no wrong.

Let go, get lost in it. Disappear into the dark without fear and with total trust, total love because everything you need is right here. You are that babe-in-arms swimming in the sea that holds you. The tide comes and goes and you are as you are and always will be, never divided from Source.

Rest. Rest within it, you cannot be apart from it, you are this wondrous light and you are home. You are already what you seek and it is so close at hand, perhaps closer than the person you think yourself to be could ever possibly believe.

Rest in the knowing that love knows you, holds you, beckons you, but you need go no further and try no more because love is what you are-

You are the symphony, the reason, the resting place, you are the beginning, the end, the All and it goes no further than this.

You are home.

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the world breathes

Posted by lune on December 17, 2009

There has been a quietness to this house, a quietness to me. There are no longer many words to describe IT, there is no longer much thought about IT; there is only IT, only IT.

Sometimes not even that.

There seems no point in trying to explain. There seems no point in trying to follow up with words. The internet seems like such a cumbersome way to breathe out all of this, all of a sudden. So I have stopped trying. There are no words that could ever come close.

The deep forest is blanketed in snow, there is silence. A few deer prints line the track, some snow flops from a branch.

The world breathes – not in words – but in Being and I now can rest.

A meaning to all this could be found whilst knitting, you know – through no meaning whatsoever. There was no meaning this morning in front of the fire as the deep chocolate scarf unravelled before my eyes. Each stitch had its own way about it, each made up the whole, each was not each but all, with hands extending into it, wrapping around it.

There are times, I call it those ‘funny times’ when everything stands still and I am no ‘I’ but pure elemental something-that-is-nothingness. Sometimes, whilst I watch my daughter’s eyes grow heavy as she falls asleep, the whole of wholeness turns in on itself and the thing that I conceived for myself, the thing that seemed so solid, grows weak and radiates from nowhere in particular.

The temperature drops outside sharply and most everything disappears. There is no meaning, no words, no thought. Well, there is certainly no need to record it here, it breathes in its own way, that’s all and it is quieter than words, yet louder than thought. And it is all a dream.

And still people sit and drone on and on, searching, ruminating – words spilling like milk, flowing like tears. There is no need to try, this can never be sought through thought, no words are needed. Nobody is interested, although it seems like the most important thing in the world.

And of course it is, but not in the way we think it should be.

Turn off the computer and walk out into the fresh air. Do whatever comes, do whatever there is to do next: flow, stop and flow again – Breathe.

That’s all.

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