Walk the Earth in Silence...

Walk the Earth in Silence,
in the stillness of Being,
communing,
listening,
hearing,
sensing,
feeling.

Walk the Earth in the Silence
of unassuming,
open,
receptive,
awareness;

leaving only a trace
of a footstep here and there.

Walk the Earth in Silence
from the stillness of the Heart;
standing at the still-point,
in the hush of the Mystery…

Speak the language of Silence,
Heart to Heart,
whispered wordlessly
in the silent Rhythm…

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Mystic Meandering
copyright
December 19, 2010


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“Walking the Earth in Silence” does not mean being silent, as in - not speaking, not expressing - as “I” likes to express, to create, to speak, to write – have you noticed? :)

The sense that I had when the words came was that it is about walking in the stillness of Being; being still of heart and mind, acutely *aware* of the Silent Awareness that is Aware, as well as aware of what is being experienced – what is being lived – in every moment. It’s the felt sense of living from the inner Silence of the Heart, deeply listening to and deeply attending to this space; living Its ways, moving with Its Rhythms… I know there are those of you out there who do…

Ultimately, wanting to “walk the Earth in Silence,” for me, is about wanting to walk through life intimately with what is inherently Awake and Aware in us all, to what is inherently Awake and Aware in nature – as they are the same; recognizing this Radiant Nature in everyone. How delicious that would be! Communing intimately with this Aliveness in everyone and everything, knowing that it is ‘This’ that is living us, breathing us, and taking us where we need to go in the way we need to go. Simply trusting. Simply being.

How freeing to walk in this way – in the Silence of the Heart. This is what “I” wants… This is this Heart’s aspiration.

Walk with me and share how your Heart wants to walk on the Earth… :)

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This photo was taken by my father in the early 50’s –
probably the winter of 1952/53.
He was walking in from the main road with a shovel
to where our small summer camp was
after a blizzard on Lake Winnipesaukee in New Hampshire.
The “camp” was really the size of a large “tool shed”
that he built a porch onto where he and my mother slept,
while my sister, brother and I slept in bunk beds
and on a cot inside, on Summer vacations.
It had a door, a window,
sink, a fold out table for eating, but no toilet.
Fun!
Might have made a nice hermitage for one!

He took this picture of his own footsteps in the snow.
Although my father did not “walk the Earth in Silence,”
and we did not have a close relationship,
he had a depth that I only saw glimpses of,
and wish he had expressed more.
But he kept it silent…
I think he probably appreciated the silent times
alone in nature that captured his Heart – and his footsteps…