Montanha Oriah: Jeff Foster

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sábado, 13 de agosto de 2022

I WANT YOUR ANGER. I WANT YOUR FIRE

Don’t be spiritual with me, my love.

Be honest instead!

Get angry with me. Tell me how you really feel.

Tell me how pissed off you are.

Shout. Or cry. Show me your vulnerability.

Express what’s on your heart.

Say the wrong thing. Make a mess.

I don’t care. We can clean up later.

I just want to meet you. Now.

Don’t wait until you have the perfect words.

Don’t wait until your precious fire has gone out.

Or your tears have dried up.

There’s no shame in being a mess.

Anger is not ‘unspiritual’.

It is beauty. It is power.

I want to meet you beyond the mask.

Beyond the nice little boy, the good little girl.

The well-trained spiritual student.

The expert. The calm one.

The one who was never allowed to raise their voice.

I want to feel your fucking flames!

I want to feel your truth!

Your passion! What you need! What you desire!

Your unrequited longings! Your frustrated hopes!

Don’t worry about hurting me.

Just let life speak through you. Now.

I will take responsibility for my own pain.

Please. I’d rather receive your pure anger NOW

than years of stories, blame, resentment,

and passive aggressiveness.

Drop the spiritual bullshit.

Just tell me how I fucked up.

Get everything out in the open.

I will not shame you.

And we can go from there.

Jeff Foster

quarta-feira, 17 de setembro de 2014

If you want

If you want to 'feel good' all the time,

please, forget about waking up.

If you want to wake up,

if you long for the raw truth of existence,

please, prepare for your status quos to shatter.

Prepare for heartbreak, the devastation of dreams.

Everything you know about yourself

will be smashed into a million pieces.

Prepare to allow an unimaginable sorrow,

the sorrow of distant universes,

to move through you, to penetrate your very core.

And prepare for joys so unbearable

you'll wonder why your heart hasn't exploded.

Prepare for love to drain your tear ducts.

Prepare to fall on your knees time and time again,

in awe, in horror, in gratitude, in the deepest calm.

Prepare to never be prepared.

If you want to 'feel good' all the time,

if you want pleasure without pain, joy without sorrow,

light without night, a 'feel-good' spirituality,

please, I beg you:

Turn back.

Turn back, right now!

Jeff Foster

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Being Alive

Deep sea diver, she casts her net,

and yet swims down deeper below,

where the light is transfixed to go, into the darkness…into the abyss

where a seeming ominous world is really filled with goodness that is luminous

But only few have ever traveled to….

For the body and mind must be prepared, must be developed and strengthened

to see that light that blinds

and still come out the other side.

For it can break you in two if you are not ready.

It can shatter all of you,

and all of you will be left to pieces,

shambles of the self you knew.

Like Humpty Dumpty, who will pick you up?

Who will put you back together?

Only the force that made you could.

But before then, you will be left on the border

of divinity and madness, swimming through the tides

of aliveness

with your unconscious wide open

with the powers of creation and destruction at your grip

with the unseen world louder and brighter and more real

than anything else the body could see or hear.

The inner world will rage and roar like a carnival.

Up will be down, down will be up.

The flaming dragon will fling you to every side

with no remorse or restraint

only fire burning in his eyes.

Right will become wrong, wrong will make no more sense,

and blurring insanity will have filled your cup

until it is overflowing again

into a pool of illusions

with glimpses, you will see,

See so crystal clearly

for sanity will wake back up

and then you will slip back into the darkness and depths

that none around have traveled, so how can they help you climb back up?

No, no, something else must do it….

the inner Savior must come find you,

must take your hand and guide you

into the clear waters of redemption

into the good earth of your amendment

where all is balanced and retained

both the moisture from the rain

and the Sunlight’s nutrients penetrating deep

into your Soul’s enclave.

You are going to need it all.

All Nature must come alive within

and make its home in your heart.

All elements must become the family that supports and nourishes,

become the members that grow you and know you

and teach you and learn you

back in, back out….

sanity starts peaking in

reaching in to your body and mind

til you again have your sight

for this world

for that which you see

and all that you see, that cannot be seen

will become a language between secret friends

and talking and communicating and understanding

will become easy

and you will find yourself happy about this descent.

You will be happy you unraveled out and back again

and are no longer cursing the pains of the world inflicted upon you

by the ignorance of man.

You will come to see the glory that lives in all of them too

and this world will become only, yet unimaginably beautiful to you.

Everything in it….the mad, the sad, the artful and the bore

all will come to be delighted in

and find temperance and feeling for

living inside the softness which cannot be maimed

inside the glow that reflects all rays.

Yes, surely this is what all the madness was for

to get us kneeling on our hands and knees

in utter awe of all the beauty that stands before

poised with the brilliance of sobriety

that comes with the hum of a quiet mind

which melts the heart with wonder and gladness

simply at the experience of being alive.

Jim Tolles

The Invitation

It doesn't interest me

what you do for a living.

I want to know

what you ache for

and if you dare to dream

of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me

how old you are.

I want to know

if you will risk

looking like a fool

for love

for your dream

for the adventure of being alive.

It doesnt interest me

what planets are

squaring your moon...

I want to know

if you have touched

the centre of your own sorrow

if you have been opened

by life's betrayals

or have become shrivelled and closed

from fear of further pain.

I want to know

if you can sit with pain

mine or your own

without moving to hide it

or fade it

or fix it.

I want to know

if you can be with joy

mine or your own

if you can dance with wildness

and let the ecstasy fill you

to the tips of your fingers and toes

without cautioning us

to be careful

to be realistic

to remember the limitations

of being human.

It doesn't interest me

if the story you are telling me

is true.

I want to know if you can

disappoint another

to be true to yourself.

If you can bear

the accusation of betrayal

and not betray your own soul.

If you can be faithless

and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty

even when it is not pretty

every day.

And if you can source your own life

from its presence.

I want to know

if you can live with failure

yours and mine

and still stand at the edge of the lake

and shout to the silver of the full moon,

"Yes."

It doesn't interest me

to know where you live

or how much money you have.

I want to know if you can get up

after the night of grief and despair

weary and bruised to the bone

and do what needs to be done

to feed the children.

It doesn't interest me

who you know

or how you came to be here.

I want to know if you will stand

in the centre of the fire

with me

and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me

where or what or with whom

you have studied.

I want to know

what sustains you

from the inside

when all else falls away.

I want to know

if you can be alone

with yourself

and if you truly like

the company you keep

in the empty moments

Oriah Mountain Dreamer

In, The Invitation