nerak

A Woman's Tears Adorn the Celestial Skies

What harvest do I have to show for my days of toiling Except a tear stained face and a heart of neglected desires I once heard the God counts every tear That falls from a woman’s eyes Then tell me Heavenly One, How many tears have I thus far shed along the way And how many more must fall from mine eyes Before I stand on hallowed ground How much more sadness must fill my heart Before you consider me worthy I feel... (posted by nerak 6 years 40 days ago.)

Oh What a Silly Game we Play

The art of Witnessing is being aware of everything taking place in each moment, with no judgment, questioning, criticism, or suppression. It is an awareness of all of existence, moment to moment. Sitting… breathing… watching... watching… watching. Years of effort lead to one inescapable recognition. We need not do anything, because all effort is of the ego. Seems ludicrous but the truth dawns with such clarity making me... (posted by nerak 6 years 43 days ago.)