radiance, take two

laughing infantRadiance shines from the molar that’s aching tonight; it shimmers in the glance of a fellow retreatant. It glows in the ancient oak that rested a massive branch on the ground decades ago and has kept on growing.

It radiates from the chef’s vegetarian attempts, and is luminous within the heavy news the Chronicle proffered this morning.

It shimmers in the stutters, glottals, and occasional slurring of my son’s disfluent speech on the phone today, and it sparkles in the sweet texts that my husband sends. This sturdy old building that is home to us this week gleams with unseen light. It pours from the heart of me that–just the same–is the heart of you.

This luminous unseeable brilliance, prior to all.

With deep gratitude to Rupert Spira, whose direct pointing has made this radiance visible to so many.

© Amrita Skye Blaine, 2013
photo credit: Panhala Poetry


moebius stripLast night, we watched a video of Rupert Spira where he speaks about our body/minds as the agents of love and intelligence.

That is the so-called purpose we have–to be the agents of awareness in the world.

It’s a paradox that is always turning itself inside-out–we are the agents, we are the very awareness, we have bodies to use, they are made of this awareness.

Every atom has this purpose. And the word “purpose” isn’t the truth either–it just creates a story–because this truth can’t be spoken. But I have to try…

© Amrita Skye Blaine, 2013
photo credit

the light of truth

I’ve just come up for air after a seven-day retreat with Rupert Spira–it ended after lunch today. By the end of the meeting this morning, the atmosphere seemed rarified–and yet solidly grounded in direct experience. Part of that rarified quality is being in a room of forty like-minded souls for so many days. At lunch, Rupert used the image of metal filings aligning with the magnet of truth. That describes my experience.

I have a sense of being out of time, a mild disorientation. It is not disturbing; I am simply aware of it.

Light is different: I’m aware of the unmanifested light that is in all objects–the luminous quality that makes all experience knowable. My assumption is that this will fade (not the luminosity, but my ability to see it)–but who knows! I surely don’t, and it doesn’t matter, either way.

I want to offer gratitude to the beautiful people who participated with me–to a person, their hearts were open, although their patterns of shyness varied. It is a courageous act to face the truth that our culture turns from. And of course, deep gratitude to Rupert, who is honest, courageous, patient, and above all, endlessly kind.

© Amrita Skye Blaine, 2012
photo from Panhala poetry, a lovely source of inspiration each day.