Light Weeps Leaves Who Wept Left | Pine Cone

Chitta | we have access to the source of creation | SadhguruScience

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What stories we drink, and lie to tell how good it is to keep coming back, as if Love is Petty Gender War without Pretty, and women are Ugly without a Conscience-care for children in a World so Stream-barren unkind Cold-body mountains

Who says we’re addicted to frolicking clearcut abuse on a Lightning rampage turning books into death Pyre-records, and fun into dry chemical desert sands in the harsh Earth Illusion winds of Time

Lay down the enemy and trim a pole to shove up a naked lesson, until all the shit in the World stabs inside it’s head, and up he goes wriggling in mid air to dry brown bloody hairy bare. Now do it in your mind for century’s sleepless despair, to dress up every morning denying you are still there

Lie to our children to protect our own sullied memory of Wars, still on-going to feed the Monsters who kidnap our rapes, and use souls for kindling’s Earth Hell-fire, until lies become children dancing ring around the Vatican Bank rosy, because no adult can remember how innocent slaves become freedom

That’s Life; you won’t regret it sings your Royal A-holiness Big Oil Money-pole toppers, and we wonder why our children hate us, way past any need to trust our Monster-motives to feed Team Spirit children stark raving madd mudd adrenaline blood on a regular school competitive basis to hide our best kept Progeny-promised Scorn-secrets

We’re something to cry about all right, and that’s what makes Light leave us, so who among us wept, and left goes something like the “Passion of Christ” who, really sees who, still can’t cry about the little ones.

Passion of Christ

What World there is of us that die but motif for motivation to love with sympathy and passion to want to see through “Thineye be single” for the sake of all who suffer? Where is the nurturing in indifferent cold poles round green and blue, with Christ-less views of Worldly systems cold hearted use-less too? What father/mother is so blind to love that eyes of blood would Son of God cry tears of innocent children? There comes a time when not caring just will not replace the motive of seeing how we torture, to simply want to turn in more, and know for sure what will make us want ta. Within the normal dream of every family is the boy, and girl meets marriage for the sake of hopes and dreams’ little children, and Christ may see our futility through His truthful Eye of Passion.

What little girl or woman lives autonomously within a bubble that protects her from perceptions of all her fathers/mothers, and without the Passion of Christ point of view, could ever care like the nurturing of our Father. What little boy created in guilt would not want to suffer to prove himself unworthy of love, than to pay so dearly for the dream of father/mother motif instead of eternal Father. What if from Christ consciousness wounds of blood pale in comparison to our Worldly creation of normal dreams of every family, where Spiritual motivation to turn to Father comes from caring through the inner eye of Passion? What if there has never been one kiss within our World of ‘love’ where motifs and motives were the love of Christ from the bleeding of His Passion?

Maybe there has to be an experience or vision to help us to, even be willing to renounce all normal disappointments and divisiveness, but unconscious guilt within our ego driven World works like one more nail in lots of coffins. I am pondering what it may seem like to look through psychic eyes of true passion out on our battle field of normal life, and I see a bunch of crippled soldiers wrapped blind in bandages by the age of twenty. Carnivores all gobble up the slightest hint of innocence and dreary drab grey rules a-marching in long lines between birth and death and marriage. The gift in all this and more and more is the want to Father passion want to Father nurturing never disappointment, of lots less arrogance and cornucopias of humble, I get it pie. Everybody loses when anyone is excluded from the passion of Christ caring within everyone inclusive of our all knowing new mind of Father.

What a privilege to really care from seeing the truth of all our suffering in silence within meditation where we welcome all our Spirit’s blessings and adventures to discover the passion of our divine purpose, service. From service comes eternal Peace, and service depends on noticing there is a lot going on in our suffering World, that after a while just seems like many motifs of motivation to seek the eternal Light within. Stigmatists, each one of us alone within manifold versions of our combined truth and, all together as one in Spirit is the nurturing of service for our one Father of Mercy if we can just fancy the trill of forgiveness and humility. There is such honesty, only within innocence because we just love to suffer by ourselves when we carry the great burden of unconscious guilt, and this shame speaks for us within millions of suffering systems of the World that will retire us.

In Good Hands

Food in the pan

Daily bread in good hands

Praying hands meet Holy Spirit

We have the whole World in our hands

The best part of our new mind just handed over

Our shared one heart warm hands happy fit together

Please God give us a happy heart and help us do your will

Come Holy Spirit as hands come together and help us to forgive

Sometimes my old mind noticed hands knew more than me

Where to touch energy to help with others harmony

Forgive my separate body and my dual mind

Help find love inside for our One heart

Heart hands love hearts together

We know without thinking

We are in good hands

Multiplicity Loopdeeloo

Citizenry megalopolis, pile our corpses to the sky and raise our glasses of thinner air to fool our tower heads on high. Alienate, safely alienate and separate, our minds within our city suns to exploit our radiance as if planets were just our imagination from Worldly denial, and parent fun. Answer the call like a nipple city on smooth flat resilient skin horizon within the glow of sulfur sculpture burning the eye’s attraction to the hum of bust and bustle. Parallel universe our Hologram like sparks of God within Worldly fires; Star, Sun, Moon reflect our bodies within the stars of all our own movies. Point on high vertical line up our spinning planets flow relate our flux and Nadis in separation verses of un-cooperating multiple harmonies. Fake bridges to get around; empty Earth collapse the ground; gravitate the stunned so all alone; build separate Worlds to hide the Son; speak freely from empty words, and shoot the gun; shoot the gun.

Take the guilt right out of married sex to blame each other for what no others have or get, and raise children just like us to glow in cities made of dust. Dig big holes to prove the solid sound of iron bang, and fill our hearts with big ideas of free love within tar circles of liar’s lust. Conjugate the verbs; invest the nouns of all the World; play night and day awake asleep; pretend the power never goes away. Manifold the infinite variations with as many rules and complications; walk the path of crippled feet until the time of time ends dear. What we carry on our backs are monkey minds and swinging fear from loopdeeloo and lonely hearts like all alone within big cities.

To experience Oneness, joy, and harmony within our whole universe from planet Earth, we need to let go creating bodies pretending we didn’t make believe from separate cells. There is a host of Holy within our Worldly multiplicity that heals and nurtures us as we welcome the Spirit of Oneness, love, forgiveness, and quiet the ego within prayer and meditation. Inner Worldly multiplicity parallel outer reflections of our division playing dramas in our organs like the planets of our own mysteries. To experience integration and fusion of Karmic-memories from big bangs of trauma soups, welcome hard ones with forgiveness under quiet ego within no-hyper hypnosis. Imagine good parents from deeper in our subconscious of all inclusive to mediate like Holy Spirit nurtures the dustiest of us; welcome all within our one heart of stillness and free the Universe of space within one body of eternal rest.

Is it possible that we, only pretend what seems to be the whole unexplored universe, past the planets and our Sun, is just the perfect infinite mirror of our Worldly bodies functioning organs and the Son? Do we, really wake up inside when we close our two eyes of duality; forget the body for a moment for strings of moment pearls, which only covered specks of dust that hid our inner Sun? How can we trust blue wings that fly if we just give up the Worldly cities for country butterflies, and invest our welcome for all the seeming opposites within old minds from heavy Gold and Busy shining? What is our so called outer World except the mirror of a corpse, that hides bright and lighter good ideas, just under past and future generation of our dust? Is our only Father origin and Holy same and so simple, that no one of us can blow the trumpet from the wordless for communion of infinite reunion?

I, for one and two and three and lifetimes-free, just want to make believe all vestments really begin Oneness for our true cause of Heaven just within. What would possibly make me want to invest outside, even in wispy butterflies that burn my sulfur eyes on movie’s smoke? Perhaps I would like to try to save a body to prove my eternal youth, but even that would prevent the celestial travel required for Light to the power of Light. We could pray for a long coma, just to get knocked down or out, to stop our unconscious mind from blaming ourselves with self-anger, while we shame-base behavior into our counter-clockwise spin. I swear what seems to keep us all going in scattered directions is all the ways we gratify ourselves with burdens to improve our proof of guilt, and keep avoiding sorrow within our facade of brighter Light.

Come in Welcome

No cities like this ever visit

Nor cold and drafty castles lofty

Where vermin endure after tenants

Enter this sort of tavern

Wise faces smile as masters

Drink only exotic liquids that add substance to our soul

Wisdom sparkles in all the humor and warm favor in the most wordless

Live crystals humming in colors

Take a corner booth all cushy and allow this new space to hug us

Simultaneous fun at all levels comforts our soul and mind

Wonderment in guiltless faces appears inside this miracle city of love masters

Laughing at tales of letting go

Red cheeks and twinkling eyes with serenity

Tell real stories of love’s demeanor

Let’s go...in