Searchers for Francis Lucille look no further!

Dear Fans of Francis Lucille,

Please stop by a little longer than you do.

Take a look around at where Google in its wisdom has brought you in your search for your effervescent Guru.

There are good words here. Wisdom too - if you've got the eyes.

And patience.

Hunt out a gem and if you find it, let me know and be on your merry way to your incomparable French man.

And for those who don't know, you'll find some beautiful Francis here.

And for something that will completely blow your mind, if you let it: Babaji

And finally something from my own dear Guru, posted a couple of days before I met her

Searchers for Francis Lucille look no further!

Dear Fans of Francis Lucille,

Please stop by a little longer than you do.

Take a look around at where Google in its wisdom has brought you in your search for your effervescent Guru.

There are good words here. Wisdom too - if you've got the eyes.

And patience.

Hunt out a gem and if you find it, let me know and be on your merry way to your incomparable French man.

And for those who don't know, you'll find some beautiful Francis here.

And for something that will completely blow your mind, if you let it: Babaji

And finally something from my own dear Guru, posted a couple of days before I met her

Prajnaparamita

'Mother of the Buddhas'

My dear guru who showed that home is me

Prajnaparamita

'Mother of the Buddhas'

My dear guru who showed that home is me

Francis Lucille

Do not reject the body sensations and emotions that present themselves to you. Let them blossom fully in your awareness without any goal or any interference from the will. Progressively, the potential energy imprisoned in muscular tensions liberates itself, the dynamism of the psychosomatic structure exhausts itself, and the return toward fundamental stability takes place. This purification of body sensation is a great art. It requires patience, determination and courage. It finds its expression at the level of sensation through a gradual expansion of the body into the surrounding space and a simultaneous penetration of the somatic structure by that space. That space is not experienced as a simple absence of objects. When the attention frees itself from perceptions that hold it in thrall, it discovers itself as that self-luminous space which is the true substance of the body. At this moment, the duality between body and space is abolished. The body is expanded to the size of the universe and contains all things tangible and intangible in its heart. Nothing is external to it. We all have this body of joy, this awakened body, this body of universal welcoming. We are all complete, with no missing parts. Only explore your kingdom and take possession of it knowingly. Do not live any longer in that wretched shack of a limited body.

~ Francis Lucille

Francis Lucille

Do not reject the body sensations and emotions that present themselves to you. Let them blossom fully in your awareness without any goal or any interference from the will. Progressively, the potential energy imprisoned in muscular tensions liberates itself, the dynamism of the psychosomatic structure exhausts itself, and the return toward fundamental stability takes place. This purification of body sensation is a great art. It requires patience, determination and courage. It finds its expression at the level of sensation through a gradual expansion of the body into the surrounding space and a simultaneous penetration of the somatic structure by that space. That space is not experienced as a simple absence of objects. When the attention frees itself from perceptions that hold it in thrall, it discovers itself as that self-luminous space which is the true substance of the body. At this moment, the duality between body and space is abolished. The body is expanded to the size of the universe and contains all things tangible and intangible in its heart. Nothing is external to it. We all have this body of joy, this awakened body, this body of universal welcoming. We are all complete, with no missing parts. Only explore your kingdom and take possession of it knowingly. Do not live any longer in that wretched shack of a limited body.

~ Francis Lucille

Longing

My deepest prayer is that we can meet across

The wide spaces of infinity

Grasp your hand and

Dissolve into unknowing

Save for the sound

Of your breath in my chest.

Longing

My deepest prayer is that we can meet across

The wide spaces of infinity

Grasp your hand and

Dissolve into unknowing

Save for the sound

Of your breath in my chest.

Lalitha Devi

I would like to come back to this again and again.

So I'm putting it here.

It's a description and commentary of a hymn to the Divine Mother - Lalitha Devi - which brings me --still-- when I hear it.

The essence of all creation speaking through her voice, her names ringing out the cry of every particle the universe contains - to reach in a single point - me - collide and reach out again - the wheel of creation - sparks into nowhere, penetrating everywhere.

***

I would like to sing it til my heart bleeds and so rent makes us new - each drop to wake up the foot that walks the Earth but feels burned, afraid to love It.

Lalitha Devi

I would like to come back to this again and again.

So I'm putting it here.

It's a description and commentary of a hymn to the Divine Mother - Lalitha Devi - which brings me --still-- when I hear it.

The essence of all creation speaking through her voice, her names ringing out the cry of every particle the universe contains - to reach in a single point - me - collide and reach out again - the wheel of creation - sparks into nowhere, penetrating everywhere.

***

I would like to sing it til my heart bleeds and so rent makes us new - each drop to wake up the foot that walks the Earth but feels burned, afraid to love It.

Creation

In the beginning was the word

And a voice

That could flow heaven

Pronounce love

Spring into

a harvest song

Rain into

an evening sun.

Crack torrents from stone

Make wilderness

"Home"

Until

it realised

that

It

was

Silent

And no one

had been speaking

for a very long time.

Creation

In the beginning was the word

And a voice

That could flow heaven

Pronounce love

Spring into

a harvest song

Rain into

an evening sun.

Crack torrents from stone

Make wilderness

"Home"

Until

it realised

that

It

was

Silent

And no one

had been speaking

for a very long time.

Be ready

Be ready. Be available. You are available when you understand that there is nothing that you can do on your own to get to the King. When you acknowledge your total powerlessness, you become an empty room. As soon as you become an empty room, you are a sanctuary. So the King can enter, take the throne and grace you with immortal presence.

~ Francis Lucille (link)

Be ready

Be ready. Be available. You are available when you understand that there is nothing that you can do on your own to get to the King. When you acknowledge your total powerlessness, you become an empty room. As soon as you become an empty room, you are a sanctuary. So the King can enter, take the throne and grace you with immortal presence.

~ Francis Lucille (link)

A scrawl before bedtime

A perfect part of silence
That we're trying to find
Together
As we ride
Sorting from the muddle
A silence
Deep
Unshakeable

What noise to take us there?

Which noise to choose amongst
All the others
To make us whole, happy, complete
Unbreakable
Unfathomable
Yet understood
Shared
A mystery to spend
Unquenchably
For all
With all
Yet complete without

Which noise to follow?

That break to fix
To mend all the others
Oh, that would be so easy!
That would be so great!
What ease in mystery so easily solved?
Play time for us all
That matters so much
The worthy path playfully trod
The cure, the method
To lift these clouds
So we may be free of all methods
And blend into this
silence
Around us
Within us

Are we really trying to find it?
Or just kidding
Seeking an easy way
For the hardest answer
That is no answer
Just a path
A way
A silence we so well to
hide from ourselves
Only our selves
Between ourselves
And the others we wish to share
So silently
The journey
In silence
To silence
The end within us all

And we're getting there aren't we?
Aren't we?
Tell me we're getting there
Somewhere
From here
This silence
We noisily protect
To never find

Cannot be found!
Only relaxed in
Lived in
Silence
Indecipherable
The only home we'll ever know
Through truth

So we shake
We crumble
To rebuild this holy temple
For ourselves
For others
The intrinsic good
Or joy
Or truth
In all the flimsy shacks
That litter us around
Within us
Within others
A mountains reach
But no summit to reach
A rocky road we've found
But not found

...but with you
this lost will be
for a few moments
that much easier

A scrawl before bedtime

A perfect part of silence
That we're trying to find
Together
As we ride
Sorting from the muddle
A silence
Deep
Unshakeable

What noise to take us there?

Which noise to choose amongst
All the others
To make us whole, happy, complete
Unbreakable
Unfathomable
Yet understood
Shared
A mystery to spend
Unquenchably
For all
With all
Yet complete without

Which noise to follow?

That break to fix
To mend all the others
Oh, that would be so easy!
That would be so great!
What ease in mystery so easily solved?
Play time for us all
That matters so much
The worthy path playfully trod
The cure, the method
To lift these clouds
So we may be free of all methods
And blend into this
silence
Around us
Within us

Are we really trying to find it?
Or just kidding
Seeking an easy way
For the hardest answer
That is no answer
Just a path
A way
A silence we so well to
hide from ourselves
Only our selves
Between ourselves
And the others we wish to share
So silently
The journey
In silence
To silence
The end within us all

And we're getting there aren't we?
Aren't we?
Tell me we're getting there
Somewhere
From here
This silence
We noisily protect
To never find

Cannot be found!
Only relaxed in
Lived in
Silence
Indecipherable
The only home we'll ever know
Through truth

So we shake
We crumble
To rebuild this holy temple
For ourselves
For others
The intrinsic good
Or joy
Or truth
In all the flimsy shacks
That litter us around
Within us
Within others
A mountains reach
But no summit to reach
A rocky road we've found
But not found

...but with you
this lost will be
for a few moments
that much easier

Tyninghame

The track suggested mud and deep green beneath the night
Fields basking in a moon that was not so full
Like a cheek of God grinning
At a joke we travelled to understand
Puddles wept back at her
Two torches, hug greetings, yellow waistcoasts
Beyond: a beach accelerating

Dancing droves beat limbs and earth
Bones shake to new beats
Flow as ancient as Earth
Never smelling sweeter (sweatier?)
Colour lips, whirwind hair
Eyes booming alive
Man stands
World at his feet
Ocean at his head
Faded faded moon wishing red upon the shore
We swing, fly
Find further arms to fall into
Take another sip of joy
In case it is our last
Beach is thinning
Moon reappearing
Another draw on this happiness
So rightfully ours
Uh wow this dream!
This beauty!
Another dab to beautify it more

Calm underneath

There is no calm underneath it all
Collisions so out of our control
pretend to whirl and understand

A purer form of fury
From somewhere we can't deny
But would despise
If it wasn't
For the surer form of knowing
We're sure beyond it lies

A madness to meet God's madness
So we can look her in the eye

Tyninghame

The track suggested mud and deep green beneath the night
Fields basking in a moon that was not so full
Like a cheek of God grinning
At a joke we travelled to understand
Puddles wept back at her
Two torches, hug greetings, yellow waistcoasts
Beyond: a beach accelerating

Dancing droves beat limbs and earth
Bones shake to new beats
Flow as ancient as Earth
Never smelling sweeter (sweatier?)
Colour lips, whirwind hair
Eyes booming alive
Man stands
World at his feet
Ocean at his head
Faded faded moon wishing red upon the shore
We swing, fly
Find further arms to fall into
Take another sip of joy
In case it is our last
Beach is thinning
Moon reappearing
Another draw on this happiness
So rightfully ours
Uh wow this dream!
This beauty!
Another dab to beautify it more

Calm underneath

There is no calm underneath it all
Collisions so out of our control
pretend to whirl and understand

A purer form of fury
From somewhere we can't deny
But would despise
If it wasn't
For the surer form of knowing
We're sure beyond it lies

A madness to meet God's madness
So we can look her in the eye

It's all falling into place

A man wondered into Friday evening's expectation
It had the feeling of a night he would never forget
It was to be a night of seven teachers
The first took on a studious role
She listened to what he had to say
- Words of wisdom you could hardly imagine! -
But politely placed each pearl aside - her frustrations were beyond such talk at this time
"Come back when I'm ready" she seemed to say

The second was attentive, as she is to all things
But least of all to her self
She oozes power and gentleness
But she cannot see the beauty around her is all of her own making
She beats around the bush

On Cockburn St the third stopped him - huge hug, jangling smile
"I've been thinking about you" she said
Pointing at her eyes then laughing at herself
"But not seeing, thinking."
She giggled down the hill

The fourth was a dustbin bag that tripped him
As he followed a sudden whim to walk backwards to look at the lights, the shops,
The sky settling into night

Outside a South Bridge takeaway sat the fifth
- comatose, curry and chips down her front -
Breathing, silent
"She'll be fine," he said "It's not puke and she's just sleeping"
Inwardly: guesing how he could be so sure

The sixth ignored him then, upon recognition, backed away giggling
"You're very powerful today" she said
"I saw you half way down the Royal Mile.
You were wearing a white woolen jumper with brown on the sleeves."
They kissed, four times, through the conversation.
"You're becoming the man in the Forest." she said "With a river, a wife and two children."
He wondered if the wife might be her and smiled at how unsurprising she had become to him

The seventh sat -reflecting on the short stroll of these lessons
Who had been seen?
Who had been thought of?
Once he had scratched and clawed for this kind of attention
But now he could not be sure that there was a him that this was happening to
Or if there was, he would not be around much longer for him to enjoy

But still there was wisdom in all of it
So why should he not speak it?
And so he began:
"There is not one perfect path our perfect selves are walking
There is only you, NOW,
Perfect and wonderful.
See! there is no catching up to be done
Enjoy your truth
Love ALL your teachers
And make sure you see me for a dance later."

It's all falling into place

A man wondered into Friday evening's expectation
It had the feeling of a night he would never forget
It was to be a night of seven teachers
The first took on a studious role
She listened to what he had to say
- Words of wisdom you could hardly imagine! -
But politely placed each pearl aside - her frustrations were beyond such talk at this time
"Come back when I'm ready" she seemed to say

The second was attentive, as she is to all things
But least of all to her self
She oozes power and gentleness
But she cannot see the beauty around her is all of her own making
She beats around the bush

On Cockburn St the third stopped him - huge hug, jangling smile
"I've been thinking about you" she said
Pointing at her eyes then laughing at herself
"But not seeing, thinking."
She giggled down the hill

The fourth was a dustbin bag that tripped him
As he followed a sudden whim to walk backwards to look at the lights, the shops,
The sky settling into night

Outside a South Bridge takeaway sat the fifth
- comatose, curry and chips down her front -
Breathing, silent
"She'll be fine," he said "It's not puke and she's just sleeping"
Inwardly: guesing how he could be so sure

The sixth ignored him then, upon recognition, backed away giggling
"You're very powerful today" she said
"I saw you half way down the Royal Mile.
You were wearing a white woolen jumper with brown on the sleeves."
They kissed, four times, through the conversation.
"You're becoming the man in the Forest." she said "With a river, a wife and two children."
He wondered if the wife might be her and smiled at how unsurprising she had become to him

The seventh sat -reflecting on the short stroll of these lessons
Who had been seen?
Who had been thought of?
Once he had scratched and clawed for this kind of attention
But now he could not be sure that there was a him that this was happening to
Or if there was, he would not be around much longer for him to enjoy

But still there was wisdom in all of it
So why should he not speak it?
And so he began:
"There is not one perfect path our perfect selves are walking
There is only you, NOW,
Perfect and wonderful.
See! there is no catching up to be done
Enjoy your truth
Love ALL your teachers
And make sure you see me for a dance later."