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Tuesday, May 10, 2011

"Window Sitting" Has Resumed!

For any of you who are recent readers of this blog let me explain “window sitting.” It started last August as a change in venue for meditating. It became a way of deeply listening to the Silence of Nature late at night when the house was quiet, window open, leaning into the night air. It was a “new” way of rendezvousing with deep Silence – the space of pure Awareness – that I often refer to as meeting “The Beloved” – even though “The Beloved” is not “other” than… It’s a space where I become more *aware* of the Inner Landscape. I scribble notes on scratch paper in near darkness when Silence sings to my heart. Or if Silence is silent, I bask in the Rhythm of Silence.

I also started “window sitting” because I sometimes have trouble sleeping and I would come to my desk and *feel* the Silence calling to me in the breeze blowing in the window and in the night smells. Every fiber of my being swooned for this delicious Silence. So I moved a bookcase and added a chair by the window where I now purposefully sit, weather permitting. The weather is warming again, which is allowing me to sit at the open window again. Sometimes it is an exercise in awareness, in noticing, in paying attention. But it is really about being intimately aware of the Silence that is Life - the Nameless Unknown within…

Here’s a scribble from Sunday night...


Perfect Pulsing Silence


Perfect pulsing Silence.
Utter Stillness.
Breath-giving Life.

This is what I come to the window for -
to sit in utter and complete Silence – the pulse of Life;
to smell, feel and sense Silence;
to feel Its Aliveness;
to hear Its Song…

Not “knowing” puts one in a place of really listening,
with no agenda or expectation,
leaving the space open for Silence to speak,
to calm the mind and
sing Its song to the heart…

I listen deeply for the song of Silence…

A breeze touches my arm gently,
feels cool,
smells refreshing;
inviting me to be aware…

I gaze inward
to the Silence within,
that is mirrored out the window,
in the silence of the night.
It’s all the same Silence…

The Rhythm of Silence begins…

I sit back in the chair
listening to the pulsing Silence
within and without,
feeling Its familiar Rhythm
feeling the dance of intimacy begin again…

Nothing disturbs IT
Nothing disturbs the depth of IT
Nothing prevents Its song
from being sung…

In this intimate Silence I am reminded that
everything occurs within this Silence;
all life, all breath, all death, all movement
occurs within this vast space of Silent Awareness
that we are…

In the silence of the night
at the window
I return to
the Silence
of pure Awareness…

In the Silence of just awareness
I know that everything is living according to ITs
natural order – is following ITs natural order,
including this life I call mine…
All life is being lived…


All is the pulse of Silence…
The pulse of Life…

~*~

Mystic Meandering
copyright
May 2011





13 comments:

  1. Not “knowing” puts one in a place of really listening...oh, yes. Thank you, Christine! :)

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  2. I breath a sigh as I read this. I can feel that calm and peace coming through your words. Yes to the breeze and the sounds of nature. Just being outside does this for me. It is where we belong.

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  3. ZDS ~ The window is often where I feel the deep, calm in the silence of the night. Nature is certainly where we feel "at home"! :)

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  4. OH!! Back at the window...thank you Dear Christine. Can certainly use that right about now.

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  5. Leslie ~ Yeay - Back at the window! :) I imagine you've been able to window-sit all year ? Today is *finally* raining and temps dropped into the 40's so probably no "window sitting" tonight...
    Look forward to seeing you there :)♥c

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  6. Ummm...not exactly. Lord knows I could use some spacious ease and Silence.
    Raining? The sound of rain...as per Dear Maria...reveals unlimited depth and joy.
    EnJoy Dear Christine ♥

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  7. Oh yes, dear Leslie, I LOVE the sound and smell of rain. It is joyous indeed. But probably not sitting at an open window in 30 degree temps :) However,I am basking in the experience of it today... Swooning to the music :)

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  8. Another 'sensual contemplative'!! Who has need for the window seat?!?! ♥

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  9. Simply sublime dearest C - thank you for taking me with you in your sensuous words!
    Love always
    ~ ml

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  10. Ahhhh ml - with pleasure! Glad you came along :)
    Lovebeams ~ C

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  11. Such sweetness and peace! Your words are like sunshine dissolving clouds. ~Kris

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  12. Kris! So good to see you here again :) Thanks for coming by and leaving your lovely comment...♥c

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