the revelation

He thought he saw it!
It was that fleeting moment
of revelatory bliss
when the universe opened
in his mind and he saw,
perhaps for the first time
the beauty of being one.

She was he in her form.
another expression in the sublime
union of all.
When she saw it, it became so clear.
No separation. No distance. No time.
Looking into his eyes she saw herself.

He was her in his form.
Thus expanding the horizon to….
to the infinite intimacy
ablaze in his brain.
The fire of compassion
thus lit cannot be extinguished
since it is the nature of being.

She, one with he
saw them all standing there
in the street and they marveled in wonder
as all space collapsed into itself
till all that was left
was the warm glow of
emptiness.

© 2007 by Ron Russo the revelation

Separation....

In Christian circles we say that sin separates us from God. The concept of sin is, at its root, the forgetting of who you really are. When you remember that you are indeed, one with God and of necessity everyone else, then you do not do those things that we love to categorize with terms such as ‘sin’. Our forgetfulness separates us. One of our many illusions.

“Nothing can separate us from the love of God…”

One Hand Clapping....

This in response to a discussion about the extinction of species while sitting in meditation this morning:

Classic query: What is the sound of one hand clapping?
My response: There is no hand, there is no clapping,
there is no sound.

Query: What is the sound of one species demise?
It is the thunderous sound of one tear
crashing to the ground.
It is the tear of all form and its joy.
Form arises for a season.
Its mortification sure.

Save what can be saved. Weep for the moment.
That is what we do. Rejoice in the emptiness
of all form. Form is the illusion
that arises to make emptiness seem real.
Is there no thing?
Is there something?
Yes.

ee cummings....

Another of my favorite poets once again.


i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh . . . . And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new

ee cummings....

viva

somewhere i have never traveled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skillfully, mysteriously) her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the colour of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

Think For Yourself

"Once in a while it really hits people
that they don't have to experience the world
in the way they have been told to."
– Alan Keightley
"I think the reward for conformity is that everyone likes you
except yourself."
– Rita Mae Brown

Thomas Paine

This one hits close to home….me, mister nice guy. Is it ok sometimes to sacrifice total honesty in an effort to be kind?
"He who dares not offend cannot be honest."
Thomas Paine, philosopher and writer (1737-1809)

--
Remember who you are and be that!

the revelation....

He thought he saw it!

It was that fleeting moment

of revelatory bliss

when the universe opened

in his mind and he saw,

perhaps for the first time

the beauty of being

one.

She was he in her form.

another expression in the sublime

union of all.

When she saw it, it became

so clear. No separation.

No distance. No time.

Looking into his eyes she saw

herself.

He was her in his form.

Thus expanding the horizon

to….to the infinite intimacy

ablaze in his brain.

The fire of compassion thus lit

cannot be extinguished

since it is the nature of

being.

She, one with he

saw them all standing there

in the street and they

marveled in wonder as space

collapsed into itself till

all that was left was

the warm glow of

emptiness.

ronrusso

Compassion....

“Compassion is not a relationship between the healer and the wounded.
It’s a relationship between equals.
Only when we know our own darkness well can we be present with the darkness of others.
Compassion becomes real when we recognize our shared humanity.”

–Pema Chodron

Changes....

Sometimes we tire of that which seemed thoughtful
in the moment of our time together
sometimes we look at things differently
in the time of our remembering
about who we really are at this time
So the perspective (it’s always about perspective)
changes, like day follows night
or is it night and day
….perspective

rerun….reborn

Guilt....

“When guilt rears its ugly head confront it, discuss it and let it go. The past is over. It is time to ask what can we do right, not what did we do wrong. Forgive yourself and move on.”

–Bernie S. Siegel

“I have made it a rule of my life never to regret and never to look back. Regret is an appalling waste of energy . . . you can’t build on it; it’s only good for wallowing in.”

– Katherine Mansfield

“If we don’t forgive ourselves for our mistakes, and others for the wounds they have inflicted upon us, we end up crippled with guilt. And the soul cannot grow under a blanket of guilt, because guilt is isolating, while growth is a gradual process of reconnection to ourselves, to other people, and to a larger whole.”

– Joan Borysenko

“Light burdens borne far become heavy.”

– French proverb