The Hush of “The Mystery”
silently moves through time and form…
silently moves through time and form…
Can you feel it? -
this silent hush
that embraces you
that communes with you
even when you don’t know it!?
It waits for you to stop and listen -
to sense Its Hush
surrounding you,
infusing you -
beyond hearing,
beyond seeing,
beyond knowing
this silent hush
that embraces you
that communes with you
even when you don’t know it!?
It waits for you to stop and listen -
to sense Its Hush
surrounding you,
infusing you -
beyond hearing,
beyond seeing,
beyond knowing
It comes in sudden,
unexpected
breezes of awareness
wafting through your being -
in and out of your noticing,
but never really
gone ~
unexpected
breezes of awareness
wafting through your being -
in and out of your noticing,
but never really
gone ~
It invites you to enter
the cosmic seduction of
Its Love,
the cosmic seduction of
Its Love,
to
follow Its Silence
more deeply,
into the inner cavern
of Its Heart
that awaits you
more deeply,
into the inner cavern
of Its Heart
that awaits you
in the depths
of Its repose
of Its repose
Succumb
to what awaits you
in
the Heart of “The Mystery”
to what awaits you
in
the Heart of “The Mystery”
Love’s Illumination
~*~
Mystic Meandering
based on a poem written in 2013
based on a poem written in 2013
Revised Version May 29, 2015
~
I use the term “The Mystery” here, but one can call
it:
The Infinite, the Unknown, the Ineffable,
The Unamable, the Ultimate Reality, The Beloved,
and, of course,
God.
~
Photo: A glass sphere sitting in glass floral
pebbles
back
lit from underneath.
~
“The
Mystery”, like Life ItSelf, is ever unfolding,
ever revealing ITself.
We are always in a state of discovering “The Mystery”
and what IT is revealing to us - ongoingly.
What IT offers each of us is unique, yet universal:
ever revealing ITself.
We are always in a state of discovering “The Mystery”
and what IT is revealing to us - ongoingly.
What IT offers each of us is unique, yet universal:
Speaking
directly to our Hearts…
When I speak
of “The Mystery”, as in this poem
or the previous one,
it is always from my own *experience* of it,
for I am acutely aware
that I *know* nothing *about* “The Mystery”,
only how “The Mystery” reveals ItSelf to and in
my Heart…
or the previous one,
it is always from my own *experience* of it,
for I am acutely aware
that I *know* nothing *about* “The Mystery”,
only how “The Mystery” reveals ItSelf to and in
my Heart…
Namaste…
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