half life

We walk through half of our life

as if it were a fever dream

barely touching the ground

our eyes half open

our heart half closed.

Not half knowing who we are 

we watch the ghost of us drift 

from room to room

through friends and lovers

never quite as real as advertised.

Not saying half we mean

or meaning half we say

we dream ourselves

from birth to birth

seeking the true self.

Until the fever breaks

and the heart can not abide

a moment longer

as the rest of us awakens,

summoned from the dream,

not half caring for anything but love.

~ Stephen Levine

from Breaking the Drought

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millennium blessing

There is a grace approaching

that we shun as much as death,

it is the completion of our birth.

It does not come in time,

but in timelessness

when the mind sinks into the heart

and we remember.

It is an insistent grace that draws us

to the edge and beckons us surrender

safe territory and enter our enormity.

We know we must pass

beyond knowing

and fear the shedding.

But we are pulled upward

none-the-less

through forgotten ghosts

and unexpected angels,

luminous.

And there is nothing left to say

but we are That.

And that is what we sing about.

~ Stephen Levine

from Breaking the Drought, Visions of Grace

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"the mind" instead of "my mind"

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Imagine if for the next twenty-four hours you had to wear a cap 

that amplified your thoughts so that everyone 

within a hundred yards of you could hear 

every thought that passed through your head. 

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Imagine if the mind were broadcast so that 

all about you could overhear your thoughts and fantasies,

 your dreams and fears. 

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How embarrassed or fearful would you be to go outside? 

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How long would you let your fear of the mind continue to isolate you from the hearts of others?

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 And though this experiment sounds like one which few might care to participate in, 
imagine how freeing it would be at last to have nothing to hide.
 And how miraculous it would be to see that all others' minds too 
were filled with the same confusion and fantasies,
 the same insecurity and doubt.
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 How long would it take the judgmental mind to begin to release its grasp,
 to see through the illusion of separateness,
 to recognize with some humor the craziness of all beings' minds,
 the craziness of mind itself?
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~ Stephen and Ondrea Levine
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Who Dies?

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reblogged from: http://whiskeyriver.blogspot.com/
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