Beyond the horizons of the world is a place that few know,
a place without borders, without loss or gain... Something
within you mysteriously recognizes this primal emptiness,
the vast unknowing, the wonder of what is not.
a place without borders, without loss or gain... Something
within you mysteriously recognizes this primal emptiness,
the vast unknowing, the wonder of what is not.
There is no substance to form even images. And yet, there is
a belonging that is stamped in the core of one's being, a belonging
that nothing can break.
a belonging that is stamped in the core of one's being, a belonging
that nothing can break.
Far away [from this place] is a place called existence. It's full of
dreams. of opportunities, of life and death. But here, in the world
beyond, there are no such dramas... When all is dissolved, lost,
undone, we are what we [truly] are.
dreams. of opportunities, of life and death. But here, in the world
beyond, there are no such dramas... When all is dissolved, lost,
undone, we are what we [truly] are.
But the tears call us back into what people call life, into the strange
substance that weaves itself into form. Yet even when we seem
stranded on this shore of existence, we can never forget that place
beyond the worlds that is always with you [within you]. It is at
the end and the beginning of every breath, more primal than even
silence...
substance that weaves itself into form. Yet even when we seem
stranded on this shore of existence, we can never forget that place
beyond the worlds that is always with you [within you]. It is at
the end and the beginning of every breath, more primal than even
silence...
Llewellyn Vaughan-Lee
Sufi Mystic
Sufi Mystic
Excerpt from: Fragments of a Love Story
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Let me sit here on the threshold of two worlds,
lost in the eloquence of silence...
lost in the eloquence of silence...
Rumi
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Photo - Sunset reflected on the top of the car
taken by my husband
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