You search to find what the heart has always known, that there
are no boundaries to love. Finding this leaves us on the edge
of our own expectations unaware of the simplicity of the
unknown. For so long we have searched hoping, expecting
to find something - a realization that was longed for. Always
you thought there was something to seek, a journey to make.
Now you stand on the precipice looking over the horizon of
your self.
are no boundaries to love. Finding this leaves us on the edge
of our own expectations unaware of the simplicity of the
unknown. For so long we have searched hoping, expecting
to find something - a realization that was longed for. Always
you thought there was something to seek, a journey to make.
Now you stand on the precipice looking over the horizon of
your self.
Here there is no seeking, no looking, nothing to reach for, no
path to follow. But within there is an answer, not in form, but
in substance. There is a bigger wholeness hidden, waiting,
watching from behind our thoughts.
path to follow. But within there is an answer, not in form, but
in substance. There is a bigger wholeness hidden, waiting,
watching from behind our thoughts.
The wholeness has an unexpected purpose.....from across time
and beyond space. There is another presence, another pattern,
not hidden, but unrevealed. There is a tender sense of Silence.
In the moment of our own silence we are welcomed. We need
to allow the Presence to become present, not in defined
moments, but in a flow. The river is here. The Silence,
unbidden, is always present; nothing is defined or captured.
This world is infused with this "other" - steeped in timelessness.
and beyond space. There is another presence, another pattern,
not hidden, but unrevealed. There is a tender sense of Silence.
In the moment of our own silence we are welcomed. We need
to allow the Presence to become present, not in defined
moments, but in a flow. The river is here. The Silence,
unbidden, is always present; nothing is defined or captured.
This world is infused with this "other" - steeped in timelessness.
In that Isness, everything is included. You, The Beloved,
the object of your prayer, and the will to unfold the Eternal
into the present, to cross the borders of time and space, and
saturate the now with Eternity.
the object of your prayer, and the will to unfold the Eternal
into the present, to cross the borders of time and space, and
saturate the now with Eternity.
Yet there is no "other."
You waited for someone to come, always you waited;
always waiting at the bus stop for the bus that never comes,
because there is nowhere to go. You are fortunate to
disbelieve everything.
The world spins around a place of Silence.
You need to enter that Silence, and wait in the
Eternal Presence, for The Eternal that is already here,
You waited for someone to come, always you waited;
always waiting at the bus stop for the bus that never comes,
because there is nowhere to go. You are fortunate to
disbelieve everything.
The world spins around a place of Silence.
You need to enter that Silence, and wait in the
Eternal Presence, for The Eternal that is already here,
amused with our seeking, with our thinking God is "other."
We only struggle with our self...
Sufi Mystic
Take from: Fragments of a Love Story
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Can I repost this on my blog? It's so timely for me!
ReplyDeleteOh my, yes of course :) Anything you see here on this blog that you want to share. With a nod back to this blog would be appreciated ;)
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