Jon Kary
Location: Louisville, KY, United States
Traditions: Buddhism, Christianity, Interfaith, Unitarian, Universal Ethics
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Our Character only truly begins to mature at the moment when we fully accept the Sense of Mystery, and release our Life into its Grace; only when we finally accept the Truth of 'Not-Knowing' as the Essential Nature of Being, rather than as a condition that is in need of 'cure', is our Experience made Consummate. Only then do we Cease to interfere with the Intrinsic Perfection of Ourselves.

Our Character only truly begins to mature at the moment when we fully accept the Sense of Mystery, and release our Life into its Grace; only when we finally accept the Truth of 'Not-Knowing' as the Essential Nature of Being, rather than as a condition that is in need of 'cure', is our Experience made Consummate. Only then do we Cease to interfere with the Intrinsic Perfection of Ourselves.

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The cup is made Empty through Self-Transformative Practice- This is the Awakening of Enlightenment. The cup is made Full and Complete through the Divine Gift of Grace- This is the Liberation of Salvation. Thus is the Sphere of Life made Whole. Such is the Essence of the Way of Transcendental Wisdom and the Path of Spiritual Being and Becoming. The Posture of Meditation, The Eye of Contemplation, and the Pure Mind of Silent Awareness all compose the Holy Center around which this Sphere of Life Turns, and the Atmosphere of Perfection within which It Moves.

The cup is made Empty through Self-Transformative Practice- This is the Awakening of Enlightenment. The cup is made Full and Complete through the Divine Gift of Grace- This is the Liberation of Salvation. Thus is the Sphere of Life made Whole. Such is the Essence of the Way of Transcendental Wisdom and the Path of Spiritual Being and Becoming. The Posture of Meditation, The Eye of Contemplation, and the Pure Mind of Silent Awareness all compose the Holy Center around which this Sphere of Life Turns, and the Atmosphere of Perfection within which It Moves.

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Song of Liberation

~The Great Mystery

abides

As the Center~

 

 

 

Show me where the Pattern Ends.

And I will bring break

to the Furious Dawn

burning inside of your Heart.

 

Formless at the First Breath

between servitude and salvation:

Ceaselessness, the dream;

Emptiness, the Real.

 

Here Emerges Wonder-

 

And This Eternal Source is Always Found 

Turning.

 

 

The Seasons Spin

their ever-spreading thread.

The Seas

shudder, wail, and moan

at the thundering silence left

in the absence of

the Echo of Creation

bound beneath

the turbulence

of tide, Water, and wave.

 

 

When the Light of the Known

Blossoms

from out of the womb

of the Essence,

of the True-

Mind and Nature 

comes to settle

Itself

to 

Peace.

 

 

This Clear Soul of Grace

embodies 

the Form of the Pure

and Embraces the Seed

of 

This Nearing Universal.

 

 

The Sun Now Sings-

A Voice, 

bold and most mellifluous,

as the fading shadow 

reduces to One.

 

While the Moon, It Resonates

to the fullness of conscious perfection,

Ever-Present

behind the soft veil of sleep.

 

 

The Living Water of Dynamic Unity Flows

Unobstructed

as the Matrix of Perpetual Stillness

veiling Mind

originates beyond the reach of samsaric gravity

drawing all Virtue

into the narrow strait

between

the pillars of Paradox.

 

 

The Fire Burns Away

all corruption

to a mass-less ash

that the Cosmic Wind

carries on 

to trace-less dispersal-

 

the Same Wind that Calls

the Song of Liberation

that Now and 

Forever

fails to hide.

 

 

From the Beginning

All Awareness

rests

Enfolded

within the Warmth 

of the New Spirit;

A Chrysalis

within which thrives

the Life-form of Emergence

that is destined to Be.

 

 

~All Life Is 

the Fundamental Movement

of the Simplicity and Substance of

Grace~

Song of Liberation

~The Great Mystery

abides

As the Center~

 

 

 

Show me where the Pattern Ends.

And I will bring break

to the Furious Dawn

burning inside of your Heart.

 

Formless at the First Breath

between servitude and salvation:

Ceaselessness, the dream;

Emptiness, the Real.

 

Here Emerges Wonder-

 

And This Eternal Source is Always Found 

Turning.

 

 

The Seasons Spin

their ever-spreading thread.

The Seas

shudder, wail, and moan

at the thundering silence left

in the absence of

the Echo of Creation

bound beneath

the turbulence

of tide, Water, and wave.

 

 

When the Light of the Known

Blossoms

from out of the womb

of the Essence,

of the True-

Mind and Nature 

comes to settle

Itself

to 

Peace.

 

 

This Clear Soul of Grace

embodies 

the Form of the Pure

and Embraces the Seed

of 

This Nearing Universal.

 

 

The Sun Now Sings-

A Voice, 

bold and most mellifluous,

as the fading shadow 

reduces to One.

 

While the Moon, It Resonates

to the fullness of conscious perfection,

Ever-Present

behind the soft veil of sleep.

 

 

The Living Water of Dynamic Unity Flows

Unobstructed

as the Matrix of Perpetual Stillness

veiling Mind

originates beyond the reach of samsaric gravity

drawing all Virtue

into the narrow strait

between

the pillars of Paradox.

 

 

The Fire Burns Away

all corruption

to a mass-less ash

that the Cosmic Wind

carries on 

to trace-less dispersal-

 

the Same Wind that Calls

the Song of Liberation

that Now and 

Forever

fails to hide.

 

 

From the Beginning

All Awareness

rests

Enfolded

within the Warmth 

of the New Spirit;

A Chrysalis

within which thrives

the Life-form of Emergence

that is destined to Be.

 

 

~All Life Is 

the Fundamental Movement

of the Simplicity and Substance of

Grace~

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Sutra

I;I AMjust a Soul,Unveiled,struggling to be Born.A burning, ragingHoly Point of Luminessence-Resting, now cresting,over the distant horizon lineat the first breakof winter's sleep.These contracted, supple petalsUnfoldRadiate and Expandtheir receptive portals of Waking Omniscienceinto the thriving field of Light, Air and Wonder,vibrating into Wholistic Harmonythe Eternal, EmbracingSymphony of these embodied Celestial Spheres.(The Eye has only just Opened;the Journey so recently Begun-but Once the Sail has been Lifted,the Wind is sure to be on Its Way.)All the Tears; All the Trembling,fully redeemed in an Instant of Realization.The Struggle, the Strife,the unbearable Weight of pre-born life,lifted by a single Touch of Grace.From the sheer, frigid cliffs of self-annihilation, through the lonely, dark oceans of forgotten alienation-By This Paththe solitary Shore of Deep Liberation is reached.(It Is Reached)Suspended Hereover the Limitlessness of the Abyss-Waiting to fall;Longing to findone's self Emerging as Legend-Re-born! is the lost Lineage of the Sanctified-Wedded Now is pattern to Source,and Essence to the Divine.Amongst the infinite diversity of ways and means,the vast spectrum of the ten thousand directions,is a Unifying Thread Weaving Through,setting the tone and sounding the call within the Heart of Everyone.(So Calls The Voice of Home.)This Mind is no phantom haunting the machine,no myth marking the carrying forth of a belief that has lost its way in a terrain no longer its own-Spirit is a Living Melody Circulating in the Blood.~This is my Nocturne;the Sentient Seal placed upon me: a persistent, yet ever-perishing dreamSetting to HarmonyConsciousness-in-Being.~

Sutra

I;I AMjust a Soul,Unveiled,struggling to be Born.A burning, ragingHoly Point of Luminessence-Resting, now cresting,over the distant horizon lineat the first breakof winter's sleep.These contracted, supple petalsUnfoldRadiate and Expandtheir receptive portals of Waking Omniscienceinto the thriving field of Light, Air and Wonder,vibrating into Wholistic Harmonythe Eternal, EmbracingSymphony of these embodied Celestial Spheres.(The Eye has only just Opened;the Journey so recently Begun-but Once the Sail has been Lifted,the Wind is sure to be on Its Way.)All the Tears; All the Trembling,fully redeemed in an Instant of Realization.The Struggle, the Strife,the unbearable Weight of pre-born life,lifted by a single Touch of Grace.From the sheer, frigid cliffs of self-annihilation, through the lonely, dark oceans of forgotten alienation-By This Paththe solitary Shore of Deep Liberation is reached.(It Is Reached)Suspended Hereover the Limitlessness of the Abyss-Waiting to fall;Longing to findone's self Emerging as Legend-Re-born! is the lost Lineage of the Sanctified-Wedded Now is pattern to Source,and Essence to the Divine.Amongst the infinite diversity of ways and means,the vast spectrum of the ten thousand directions,is a Unifying Thread Weaving Through,setting the tone and sounding the call within the Heart of Everyone.(So Calls The Voice of Home.)This Mind is no phantom haunting the machine,no myth marking the carrying forth of a belief that has lost its way in a terrain no longer its own-Spirit is a Living Melody Circulating in the Blood.~This is my Nocturne;the Sentient Seal placed upon me: a persistent, yet ever-perishing dreamSetting to HarmonyConsciousness-in-Being.~

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Prayer for the Fallen
Here I Am in a solitary room, in a place between the spaces, and I have forgotten how to breathe. What is on the Other Side I do not know, but I feel it as certain and pure as the Light that burns me through and through, down to blood and bone- May I endure and bear the suffering until the fire has done its purging work to completion. And all there will remain is the Seed of the New Life to be planted and the Essence that brings the All out of the very Heart of Existence. Amen. 

Prayer for the Fallen

Here I Am in a solitary room, in a place between the spaces, and I have forgotten how to breathe. What is on the Other Side I do not know, but I feel it as certain and pure as the Light that burns me through and through, down to blood and bone- May I endure and bear the suffering until the fire has done its purging work to completion. And all there will remain is the Seed of the New Life to be planted and the Essence that brings the All out of the very Heart of Existence. Amen. 

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Sihaya
Resonating with you my world blossoms open like a flower long-forgotten finally flowing into bloom. A universe full of stars, ancient seeds of light and wonder exploding outward germinating time in the vibrant womb of Quintessential Mind. There is a beauty untold that stands in authority at the source pulling our souls Irresistible. 

Sihaya

Resonating with you my world blossoms open like a flower long-forgotten finally flowing into bloom. A universe full of stars, ancient seeds of light and wonder exploding outward germinating time in the vibrant womb of Quintessential Mind. There is a beauty untold that stands in authority at the source pulling our souls Irresistible. 

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Moksha
The door lies just ahead the clouds have finally lifted. Twilight dims as dawn rising begins to warm the earth beneath my feet. Through the luminous portal now the Way is broad and clear. A pale light begins to glow calling me onward Home (We are home to the Light from which we come) A flower now grows where a body once stood awaiting the final fall that will feed the field of life- ~fanaa~ 

Moksha

The door lies just ahead the clouds have finally lifted. Twilight dims as dawn rising begins to warm the earth beneath my feet. Through the luminous portal now the Way is broad and clear. A pale light begins to glow calling me onward Home (We are home to the Light from which we come) A flower now grows where a body once stood awaiting the final fall that will feed the field of life- ~fanaa~ 

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Channels
Tides of Force converge to engage a movement in a unified direction Layering dimensions unfolding a path through the flesh of concentrated time. I as witness transcending the mind in a dance of spiraling light Cascading essence of living water reflecting the space Divine. A flame within a field within a form at play in an image of infinite regression. A stream, a conduit a vortex of patterns revealing while concealing the identity that waits to disappear. Come angel, escort ethereal Show me the way to forget to hide. 

Channels

Tides of Force converge to engage a movement in a unified direction Layering dimensions unfolding a path through the flesh of concentrated time. I as witness transcending the mind in a dance of spiraling light Cascading essence of living water reflecting the space Divine. A flame within a field within a form at play in an image of infinite regression. A stream, a conduit a vortex of patterns revealing while concealing the identity that waits to disappear. Come angel, escort ethereal Show me the way to forget to hide. 

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Currents
River of Essence ascending through wheels of light passionately turning their vortices of subtle turbulence in a spiraling vigor stretching quietly from stem to crown. I as instrument of high holy endeavor sealed in threads of glory Never fearing to be lost, never ceasing to be found. A universe flowing in a streaming palette, a spectrum of vibrations unbound A being, a vessel of dynamic purpose even as its twisted from an emanation of original thought and sound. A mind of isolation finally dipping into grace A note Unborn breaking the silent veil of sentience into a melody whisper soft, an atmosphere that seamlessly surrounds. Sing to me of the soul most willing to vanish into Blending Oceanic. 

Currents

River of Essence ascending through wheels of light passionately turning their vortices of subtle turbulence in a spiraling vigor stretching quietly from stem to crown. I as instrument of high holy endeavor sealed in threads of glory Never fearing to be lost, never ceasing to be found. A universe flowing in a streaming palette, a spectrum of vibrations unbound A being, a vessel of dynamic purpose even as its twisted from an emanation of original thought and sound. A mind of isolation finally dipping into grace A note Unborn breaking the silent veil of sentience into a melody whisper soft, an atmosphere that seamlessly surrounds. Sing to me of the soul most willing to vanish into Blending Oceanic. 

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No Mind
Awakening is the Morning Pearl setting through the surface of the Oceans it calls forth the dawn in a chorus of Firelight radiating into a thunderous expanse a whisper in the delicate ear of Eternity. 

No Mind

Awakening is the Morning Pearl setting through the surface of the Oceans it calls forth the dawn in a chorus of Firelight radiating into a thunderous expanse a whisper in the delicate ear of Eternity. 

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