Ruth Hawe's Blog, page 7
May 17, 2019
meditation
oh imagine this…just allowing oneself to rest in the non conceptual state awhile…..aaaahhhh bliss 
toolkit survival skills
What is your most useful tool?
An ability to futureproof your life in these times of vast acceleration, the capacity to navigate the edge of the unknown, would be most useful. It helps if you cultivate a practice of deep listening—an intentional quieting of the ego and those habitual past patterns which no longer fit. The result is an openness to a much richer, less obvious world of incomingness : the energy of a room, the connections between people, the things unsaid, the voices missing in a conversation, ideas that leap out like complementary colours. From there you start to sense what lies beneath the surface of things, behind the projections, obfuscations and covert turpitude which constitute the exhaustion of daily human interactivity.
May 12, 2019
possessing the earth
the grumble of Earth’s groan
as she receives the near-afterness
which one species has pressed into her body
like an indelible stamp of possession
Equanimity
more valuable than arousal, satisfaction or bliss
the poise of equanimity
the grace of balance
non-conceptualisation
non-positionality
offering hospitality to arising experience
free from craving or aversion
devoid of attachment or judgment
in allowance of the flow
of ephemeral isness
the gift of presence
the blessing of sentience
a fresh cleansed palate
welcomes the incoming
colour of becoming
necrovore nonsense
Only addicts and idiots say “You don’t know what you’re missing”
Can you believe I’ve had many a necrovore tell me:
“There’s nothing like a juicy steak to sink your teeth into”
They’re not wrong about that though : what could possible compare for cruelty and heartlessness? First you take millions of years of evolution and warp it to grow a leaner bigger steak in half the time. You steal freedom, sunder family, and crush it with confinement. Add a peppering of bodily mutilation (testosterone makes flesh bitter). Raise the calves away from their mothers, in demeaning domination to desecrate their spirit. Then a terror trip to the slaughterhouse.
No, there’s nothing quite like that
Apart from:
betrayal of trust
war
rape
enslavement
commodification
denigration of sanctity
destruction of sanctuary
Ubiquitously normalised brutality
How do you turn a placid pastoral race into killers? Teach them how to domesecrate other beings, make cattle their manna, and they’ll start fighting over grazing land.
9.2
White wall installation WOW!
Heady hearty bubbly yet focussed.
Safe – not remotely manic
9.2 redefines excitement:
empowered, unscattered,
on task and purposively poised
Not for daily consumption,
like vegan lemon cheesecake
whose meltingly sensual satisfaction
is in the specialness of it.
too frequent and its magic’s gone
a bit like sex – more isn’t better
rather the rare perfection
that comes upon two
in non dual unity of bliss.
Even more like sex is the fear
that the next cheesecake won’t
hit the g for gorgeous spot.
Again like sex I am relieved
I’ll never ride a horse again
I’m glad I did
and Im glad I no longer desire to.
That’s replete completion
perfect closure
like finishing a novel,
a wonderful holiday
a piece of artwork
leaving on a higher plane
when you exit
craving-free and calm
perfection
8.9
People don’t have a right to be miserable
nor a duty to be healthy
free will means choice :
wellness or impoverishment –
awareness is being conscious
of what our choices cost
On a scale from 0 to 10
where 10 is death by ecstasy
and zero is suicide from misery
my new normal is 8.9
Above 9 is unsustainable, manic,
overbearance, burnout
below 6 swerves into anxiety,
panic, struggle
7 = anger, risk taking.
Below 5 we’re into negativity
toxic treacle, depression
4 is bargaining, grasping, vain hope
3 is usury, theft, possession
2 is grim hanging on
by a thread
to a shred
1 is between zero and two
at 9.8 you realise the only way out is down
so death seems preferable
to yet another spin
on the waterboard wheel
9.8 is dangerous
usually drug assisted
induced by stealth
mutually assured orgasm
in a love bubble
you’ve forgotten will burst
9.9 is impossible below the 5th dimension
8.9 is beyond balance
8.9 is above logic
8.9 is through expectation
after hope
8.9 is surety
8.9 is self actualised
8.9 is intolerable to be near
for those at 5 or less
8.9 is attractive to 7
magnetic to 8
from 8.9 to 9 takes depolarisation
a state of non reactivity
untouchableness
full presence
being whole
suffused by Spirit
8.9 is a comfortable space
we may yet survive
If we embrace destruction,
release past poison
give away ownership
surrender superiority
we may yet survive
if we learn to share, not hoard
open doors, not hide
dissolve walls and give
the gift of possessionless presence
we may yet thrive
if we humble ourselves
stop projecting and judging
admit error and arrogance
end control drama and manipulation
we could yet rise
Fishids
do fish know themselves as water
weed and light suspended
in liquid space?
pungent patter cakes
festering fishwives tails
drowning in oceans
the suffocation of salmon
in crammed locks
choking on each others lice
Brackish Backwater
are we floating
or drowning
in a sea of experience?
could we be caught
in a spherical bowl
of suspended thought loops
a turgid soup of time
a brackish backwater of ideas
a half formed wish in a Petri dish?
