Nothingness

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AgyGa_tgNu8&feature=channel

… that it is the nothingness, born out of trust, which the horses follow …

Nothingness
always present
sometimes burried
under blinding somethingness

Emptiness
always present
sometimes burried
under deafening fullness

Born from nothingness and emptiness
you walk your way
over mountains and through valleys
to find you again
where you never left
in nothingness and emptiness …

Thank you

To say thank you to someone, for whatever reason, can be difficult sometimes. Saying thank you, and letting the energy of it sink deeply in you, can be an enormous event.

Thank you makes you modest and humble in the positive sense of those words. Thank you goes beyond ego. Thank you, spoken in soft and deep connection with yourself, lets openess surface. The sensation of thank you is this openess. And this openess, connection, love, truth, is what you feel in the body. And that is who you are, in essence.

You are connection, love, openess, truth. You are that Thank you. Living anything but Thank you, hurts.

Thank you trees
thank you air, sun, clouds,
thank you insects, people,
thank you animals, plants, suns,
thank you birth and death
thank you Thank you …

Recycling

All thoughts
recycled in an endless stream
tell me the same old stories
I know for such a long time

I look at at all these friends
and when I ask them to go back
to their original origin
they go and go and go

And when they go
the light breaks through
and I can see the precious gift
inside, no longer covered …

Letter to Ramesh

July 30, 2008

 

Dearest Ramesh, dearest I Am,

 

You are closer to my heart than my own breath.

 

Your words come to me from the Source we all are

 

Your silence is so endless that I have just a notion of the depths

 

Your love touches every cell each time I breathe

 

Your compassion floods my body and the universe with the brightest light.

 

When I experience the listening and the reading I experience me.

 

When I experience the silence and the wisdom, I experience me.

 

You touched me in every way I can think of.

 

You have blessed me truly.

 

 

Yours truly,

Christine

When

 

When words are no more needed
and all the words are silence

When searching’s no more needed
and searching is the finding

When talking ’s no more needed
and talking is the listening

Then everything rejoices
in deep and new found silence

And in your heart there is 
the moving sound
of ever present
silent bursting joy …

Wonderwalk one year

 

I breathe the thoughts
that surface from my soul
and with surprise and still
I see what comes on screen

Out of the depths they come
on their soft feet, so light,
move cautiously the searching hands,
whisper words in hearing ears

I pass in gratitude
what no one ever owned,
what rustles there in every soul
when it is touched one day

The stream inside seems endless now
has no beginning, is still the same,
keeps whispering
until it stops …
perhaps …

Let go

When time has come
And you have set you free
I will just once look back
and then I’ll go my way

I do my chores
And sometimes I look up
As if I heard a sound
That sounded just like you

No expectations, no desire,
And in my heart the knowing
That if you want to come to me
You will find the way

And there you were,
panting and full of sweat
So proud that you have made it
Through the wide and scary world

I love you when you leave
And love you when you come
Because I know that that
Takes place in what I am …

Without

 

Without your story about you

about your body
about your name
about your family
about your job
about your past
about your future

You are Life itself …

Easterstory

He looked up and opened his eyes. Everything was cristal clear; as if everything had been polished. He saw the tiniest details: the grains of sand glistening on the ground, the feelers of the butterfllies, the stamens of the flowers. And he saw the grandiosity: the little dots that were the planets and the stars, the space beyond the universe, the Grand Beginning.

And yet, he just sat in the kitchen at the table. Somewhere deep in the depths of his body. it felt as if a huge rock had shifted. Every word he wanted to use to describe what had happened deep inside of him, failed. He layed down his head in his hands and tears dripped on the table. Enormous gratitude and joy flowed through him. Liquid goldglow and silver brilliance took the place of where dark cold mist had lived inside of him.

He rose to tell about death that leads to life and was crucified.
Then he rose for the second time to tell that death and life don’t exist. A few people understood.
The third time he rose, he looked around with gratitude and didn’t have to tell anything. He knew that everybody Knew …

When

When softness answers harshness
and love replaces hate

When gratitude lives there
where greed once had her home

When ‘less’ softly appears
where ‘more’ was once so strong

Then that’s in you the answer
on what you ever asked me …