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Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Remembering...

Sitting in the Sanctuary
 of Silence,
the deep space of
Formlessness
keeps pulling me in,
enticing me to
remember,

to
 listen
D
E
E
p
L
Y
.
.
.



In this space of Pure Awareness,
beyond thought,
I can *feel* the intimacy of Silence
once again;
The organic Rhythm,
immersed in its Quiet flow…
Out of which all movement arises
and takes form…

Formlessness-Form
Form-Formlessness,
Not two – yet not one;
not either/or
but
both/and

The Ineffable Mystery

I sometimes call it “The Beloved.”
It has many names –
 this Aware Silence,
this Hush of the Mystery
that we are,
that we emerged from,
Life ItSelf;
and is no-name as well…

The Unknown…


In this Sea of Silence
I remember the feel of
 ITs Rhythm;
the transparency and
 boundarylessness
 of its endless S p a c i o u s n e s s
that Just IS…

The Mystery of Life living ItSelf
in/as
the vast
and
rhythmic
pulse of Living Silence…

 recognizing ItSelf as “me”,
and “me” recognizing It
as my
Self


I had forgotten
this Sacred Silence
that knows us intimately
as ItSelf…

Our pain, sorrow, grief;
our laughter and joy,
are inexplicably
ITs own


Inseparable


It knows our shadow
and embraces
all darkness
as ITs own -
because
 IT is -
ITs own

Light…

that knows
no darkness


The grief, the loss,
the sadness, the suffering,
the woundings…
All ITs own;
feeling what we feel,
experiencing what we experience
as ItSelf…

Ever-present
Ever-aware
Ever-open
to all experience

Not a cold, conceptual
hollow vacuum of Nothingness…

But the V a s t n e s s of Life ItSelf,
 intimately living ItSelf…
OMing pre-Existence into Existence…
Breathing ItSelf into Life -
into every wound of pain
and suffering
with ITs soft caress…

Aware Living Silence
knows our Hearts
as Its own,
and dances with
Joy
in
the
delight
of
knowing
it
.
.
.


I had forgotten THIS…
The feel of this deep intimacy
in ITs complete and utter Embrace;
ITs total enfoldment;
ITs  inclusiveness
of all that we are;
forgotten the once known
innocence of
being touched
by the
Vastness
and
Depth
of

S i l e n c e




Mystic Meandering
April 11, 2015



Photo: Clouds and Contrails


5 comments:

  1. The one thing you would think we could never forget. Yet every time I try to bring it into my actions, I forget again. Practice practice practice. Thanks for the reminder, Christine!

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  2. The one thing you would think we could never forget. Yet every time I try to bring it into my actions, I forget again. Practice practice practice. Thanks for the reminder, Christine!

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    1. Thanks David... :) Yes always a movement of awareness turning inward to the Formless Mystery - surrendering to the Unknown... Remembering who we really are at the core of Being...

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