Sitting in the Sanctuary
of Silence,
the deep space of Formlessness
keeps pulling me in,
enticing me to
remember,
of Silence,
the deep space of Formlessness
keeps pulling me in,
enticing me to
remember,
to listen
D
E
D
E
E
P
L
Y
.
.
.
In this space of Pure Awareness,
beyond thought,
I can feel the intimacy of Silence
once again;
the organic Rhythm,
immersed in its Flow...
Out of which all movement arises
and takes form...
beyond thought,
I can feel the intimacy of Silence
once again;
the organic Rhythm,
immersed in its 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
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
this Aware Silence,
this Hush of The Mystery
that we are,
that we emerged from,
Life ItSelf;
and is no-name as well...
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 - again;
the transparency and
boundarylessness
of Its S p a c i o u s n e s s
that just IS...
I remember the feel of
Its Rhythm - again;
the transparency and
boundarylessness
of Its S p a c i o u s n e s s
that just IS...
The Mystery of Life living ItSelf
in/as
the rhythmic
pulse of Living Silence
in/as
the rhythmic
pulse of Living Silence
recognizing ItSelf as "me",
and "me" recognizing It
as my
Self
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
Light
that knows
no darkness
It knows our shadow
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...
ALL Its own;
feeling what we feel,
experiencing what we experience
the sadness, the suffering,
the woundings...
ALL Its own;
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...
But the A L I V E N E S S of Life ItSelf
intimately living ItSelf...
hollow vacuum of Nothingness...
But the A L I V E 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
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
Aware Living Silence
knows our Hearts
as Its own,
and dances with
Joy
in
the
delight
of
knowing
it
.
.
.
I have forgotten THIS - many times...
The feel of this deep Love
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
Depth
of
Love
in the
Heart of
"The Mystery"
The feel of this deep Love
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
Depth
of
Love
in the
Heart of
"The Mystery"
~
Mystic Meandering
April 11, 2015
April 11, 2015
A Humble Lover of "The Mystery"
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