Being life itself

When you are not identifying with your past

 

the "person" can never last

 

you are spontaneously fresh

 

being life itself

 

an open heart of not-knowing

 

at home in the love of Being

 

this beautiful stillness of seeing

 

 





Poetry by Nils Teodor The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-12-16 at 18:45

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John Ashleigh The PoetBay support member heart!
Just beautiful.

Your friend,
John.
2010-12-17


countryfog
All the things I have read from you, all that I intuit from them, is distilled in "at home in the love of Being". I don't know where you live teographically but I have some sense of where you live spiritually, and it is a beautiful place. Every poem is an invitation to find our own.
2010-12-17



Wonderful words of self-endearment and reflection. I wanted to focus on a favorite line of this poem and comment on that particilar point but I can't do so because this poem is of such greatness in its entirety. ...an open heart of not-knowing
at home in the love of Being...this beautiful stillness of seeing. In the love of being? Oh how well I know about this state of awareness, sort of like an out of body experience in grace.

I respect this poem as well as the author for reasons that need no explanation. This poem speaks wonders of the author.
2010-12-16