Sitting in the Sanctuary
of Silence,
of Silence,
the deep space of
Formlessness
keeps pulling me in,
Formlessness
keeps pulling me in,
enticing me to
remember,
remember,
to
listen
D
E
E
p
L
Y
listen
D
E
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p
L
Y
.
.
.
In this space of Pure Awareness,
beyond thought,
I can *feel* the intimacy of Silence
once again;
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…
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…
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
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…
that Just IS…
The Mystery of Life living ItSelf
in/as
the vast
and
rhythmic
pulse of Living Silence…
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…
this Sacred Silence
that knows us intimately
as ItSelf…
Our pain, sorrow, grief;
our laughter and joy,
are inexplicably
ITs own
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
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…
the sadness, the suffering,
the woundings…
All ITs own;
feeling what we feel,
experiencing what we experience
as ItSelf…
feeling what we feel,
experiencing what we experience
as ItSelf…
Ever-present
Ever-aware
Ever-open
to all experience
Ever-aware
Ever-open
to all experience
Not a cold, conceptual
hollow vacuum of Nothingness…
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…
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
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
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
and
Depth
of
S i l e n c e
Mystic Meandering
April 11, 2015
Photo: Clouds and Contrails
April 11, 2015
Photo: Clouds and Contrails
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!
ReplyDeleteThe 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!
ReplyDeleteThanks 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...
DeleteD E E P L Y BEAUTIFUL. . . . . ❤
ReplyDeleteThank you Dear Michel :)
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