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Monday, May 2, 2016

Hermitage of Silence...

As I sit...meditating...breathing...
I feel the familiar subtle pull inward,
carrying me
to the deep Silence within;
the Inner Hermitage...

I recognize the spacious Emptiness
of Pure Beingness -
Pure Awareness.
I hear the silent call
of an inaudible Voice.
and feel Its magnetic pull,
drawing me
ever more deeply
a death spiral
that leads to birth

There is no choice but to succumb. . .

Dying into the Inner Reality. . . 

Dissolving the perception of self. . .

In this space of quintessential Quiet
all mental agitation,
all emotional reactiveness,
all verbalization of thought

There is only the deepening
space of Silence;
a Holy enclave of Silent repose
prior to expression,
with no need for the habituated outward
movement of the mind.
Only listening...
to the inherent Silence of
an ineffable language... known intimately
to those who hear...

In this all-pervasive Stillness,
"I" am absorbed... by
the Primordial Womb
into the Vastness
my Hermitage...

Mystic Meandering
May 1, 2016

Photo: snow against window
taken from the inside
leaving this womb-like affect


"...we die to the person we think we are.
Again and again we die to our limited sense of self
in order to step into the vaster dimension of our being.....
[We] are driven to venture into the depths."



  1. "die to whom you think you are before who you think you are dies …"
    I love your words on Silence....♡♡♡
    Thank you....

    1. Thank you Michel!
      Hearts to you too :)
      Like the quote. As our friend CS says, it's ever-ongoing...


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