Tuesday, August 18, 2020
Feeling God's Presence
Feeling God is easy, once we recognize what it is; it's everything and nothing. God is simply all-in-all as-it-is. God is so obvious that we mostly don't notice God's presence; like the air all around and within our lunges. You don't notice air until you feel the absence of air; you don't notice God until you feel absence and separation from God. Sometimes if feels like God talks to us - be sure that its a divine message beyond you - and not the voice of your ego. The best part of learning to feel God's presence is that it provides good company.
Saturday, August 15, 2020
Root of the Golden Rule
"The world's religions are rooted in experiences of cosmic consciousness. Often these experiences came after long periods of isolation and fasting. By looking at this common root, we can come to greater understanding of the unity within the diversity of religions."
Americ Azevedo - Voice & Thoughts
Josh Williams - drum programming, sounds, electric guitars, synths
Americ Azevedo - Voice & Thoughts
Josh Williams - drum programming, sounds, electric guitars, synths
Thursday, August 13, 2020
Greatest Illusion
The greatest illusion
is that this moment
is static -
even the deepest
silence is pregnant
with dynamic power.
So our given
situation is transforming
even as we feel
totally frozen and
trapped.
Thursday, August 06, 2020
What Do I Know?
One of those moments when reality humbles.
Recorded while walking around in the early morning.
Wednesday, August 05, 2020
Stillness
Stillness is like an old friend at the core of our deepest Self. My first glimpses of deep stillness happened during childhood and adolescence. Those moments seemed more important than the rest of life. Perhaps everyone encounters stillness but few talk about and share its power and beauty. Among places and situations where I found deep stillness:
• A freshly painted room in my parents house. I was maybe 4 or 5 years old.
• Walking home from school looking and feeling each step along the way.
• In my room, as an adolescent, slowly watching the twilight turn to night.
• By the ocean shore looking toward the horizon.
• First formal meditations sitting on the floor.
Cultivating stillness, which is also called "meditation" or "mindfulness" is an important medicine for the ills of our times. Why not take a few minutes, now, to be still? Mind quiet, body motionless, breath steady. Neither grasping nor rejecting what is happening all around, just let it all "pass through you". Stillness. Stillness. Upon returning to activity - one may be blessed with a sense of greater ease in life.
• A freshly painted room in my parents house. I was maybe 4 or 5 years old.
• Walking home from school looking and feeling each step along the way.
• In my room, as an adolescent, slowly watching the twilight turn to night.
• By the ocean shore looking toward the horizon.
• First formal meditations sitting on the floor.
Cultivating stillness, which is also called "meditation" or "mindfulness" is an important medicine for the ills of our times. Why not take a few minutes, now, to be still? Mind quiet, body motionless, breath steady. Neither grasping nor rejecting what is happening all around, just let it all "pass through you". Stillness. Stillness. Upon returning to activity - one may be blessed with a sense of greater ease in life.
Sunday, August 02, 2020
Unreleased poem written by Americ and Diane
Diane: "We wrote this poem jointly (the parts are labeled with our initial), and he really liked the idea of a collaborative effort. He came home one day from a short walk and had written the first part and I responded in poem. The last part, which I mostly wrote, tells of our meeting/relationship."
Flickers and Reflections
a poem at first sight
a spider web of words
catching beams of memories
and feelings from somewheres
far and close flickers.
-A
far & close
feelings flicker
long forgotten
yet so near
the eyes cannot
focus to see
but the poem
reflects
more accurately
than any memory
could possibly
be.
-D
a lake is full
of water and light
below flickers of heaven
the ores pushing waves
into sounding resounding
splashes of memory.
-A
our memory:
what was that beautiful day we first met
in the reception area of that loosely-run office?
ah, but that was gradual--
a glimpse
turning to a word
turning to gazing
but what about that first day
we sat on the park bench
and kissed
as minutes rolled by
our work day
opened
by the stoppage of time
where love lives
in eternity
yet managing to return back to the desk
in time to keep our jobs in tact
so our meetings would continue
until the crises that life often brings
broke in
and
shattered eternity
back into time
and our lives
split
now returning again
after decades
that never happened
slipping back into love
eternally
… and flowing in the window
from the backyard oak
the birds sing
“yes…
yes, yes.”
-D, with A
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