Retreat

A crescent of moon, a steady boat, sailing across. A distant light of a star reaching to tell of a force that traveled, and reached right here with no distraction to deter or stray; only an eye that occurs here and a mind that infers an origin of a lamp that burns in a primordial cave. Beyond, I do not know. Myriads of visions arise and go; walking, even as I fall and rise, trying to breathe even as I die, even as I grasp, letting go; Looking at the moon, I recall the sun. In the rise of the wave, I already begin to sense the fall of the ebbing tide. And in the crash of the wave, I see the arising, once again, surmounting the dissipation of the tide, The heron will watch and one day spread its wing, the wings have the wisdom and the pull to fly towards the call of the sea. Sushama Karnik 2016 Found on Google from  picsart.com GOOGLE.COM Image: freetoedit @pa @freetoedit sea night moon boa...

Originally shared by Fabien Todescato " Practicing The Way, sweetheart," She said softly, eyes half closed, while gently stroking my bare forearm, "Is very much about purifying your mindstream, cleansing it of such silt and mud of defilements as you may have karmically accumulated, that the original clarity anf fluidity of its current may be restored... And in so doing, honey, you will get to know that that rivulet of life you believed yours has never been other than an amorous interplay of the elements, gently slanting down, sloping away towards the vast, the great ocean of compassion that binds together all beings... And just as on a calm lake a suave and mellow summer breeze may hither and tither waft soft ripples and make the liquid mirror of its surface glitter and glimmer in the warm sunlight, Just so, sweetie, the very purpose of our fragile, brief, transient existences, is to manifest the oneness of it all, And make that universe, Sparkle with love..."...

This groping for light, this striving, struggling to find the roots of Love divine, this yearning to merge with the One, this route that leads onward and seaward, with the gorge of the sea and the soft murmur of the river that leads, sail onward O Prince, unhampered by the lure of Forms, the very forms of Self-expression, beautiful, but arresting all the same! The Beauty is of the Way. She is your consort of the realm, your gentle reminder with just a veil that separates you from the goal, just for a moment before all is well. For her sake, suffer all that is needed to be suffered. It is only a matter of Time; inwardly her presence is felt, outwardly not expressed; only a matter of time before the manifestation of essence; a prince born to a crown , submit to the discipline of the sovereign will. The Crown and the Beauty are both yours. 3 Oct. 2015.

Originally shared by Dirk Puehl - 21 comments 15 September 1885, #onthisday , 130 years ago, Jumbo, the awe- and synonym-inspiring Elephant, died at the age of about 24 during a train accident while on tour with P.T. Barnum’s show in St. Thomas, Ontario, Canada. Elephants have considerable cognitive abilities, play, learn, grief, use tools, solve problems, show compassion and are self-aware far beyond the point of being recognised as sentient. Allegedly, elephants are even able to cry, one of the few qualities of Jumbo the Children’s Friend and King of the Elephants that are not recorded, even though he had every reason to shed quite a lot of tears during his life and death as “giant pet of two nations”. But read more on: d his keeper Matthew “Scotty“ Scott on a Circus poster from 1882. http://wunderkammertales.blogspot.de/2015/09/natures-great-masterpiece-elephant.html Depicted below is Jumbo an #americanhistory #culturalhistory #europeanhistory #history #naturalhistory #...

A Pisces Man A Pisces man, you were born out of the bowels of the sea; rose up in the ethereal atmosphere of this earth to wear the crown of deadly thorns, deadlier far than barbs of fire! You descended from the petty height where the petty humans hoisted you to suffer. When the wicked intellect demanded of you that you pay the price and liberate them with your blood, you quietly descended and retreated in a long and deep meditation. The root was the mystery which you discovered once again taking a dip into the inner being. The surge of your energy reached for the true crown and from there it erupted in waves of synergy ceaselessly. It spread everywhere; it spread and soaked the fallow, burning soils, pouring down the waters of your divine understanding. The secrets of the ancient earth, stored in the pyramids, were brought back to light. The Third Eye opened and scanned the vast world of humanity--the Third eye which opened and would not close. The Third Eye opened, is what lin...