"The Mystery" never leaves you alone. Behind your image,
below your words, above your thoughts, the silence of another
world waits. A world lives within you. No one else can bring
you news of this inner world. Through our voices, we bring
below your words, above your thoughts, the silence of another
world waits. A world lives within you. No one else can bring
you news of this inner world. Through our voices, we bring
out sound from the mountain beneath our soul. These sounds
are words. There are so many talking all the time, loudly,
quietly, in rooms, on streets, on TV, on radio in the paper,
in books [on Facebook :)]. The noise of words keeps what we
call 'the world' there for us. We take each others' sounds and
make patterns and predictions, benedictions, and blasphemies.
Each day, our tribe of language holds what we call 'the world'
together. Each person brings sound out of silence and coaxes
the invisible to become visible.
are words. There are so many talking all the time, loudly,
quietly, in rooms, on streets, on TV, on radio in the paper,
in books [on Facebook :)]. The noise of words keeps what we
call 'the world' there for us. We take each others' sounds and
make patterns and predictions, benedictions, and blasphemies.
Each day, our tribe of language holds what we call 'the world'
together. Each person brings sound out of silence and coaxes
the invisible to become visible.
Above us, galaxies dance out toward infinity. Under our feet
is the ancient earth. We are beautifully molded from this clay.
Yet the smallest stone is millions of years older than us. In our
thoughts, the silent universe seeks echo.
is the ancient earth. We are beautifully molded from this clay.
Yet the smallest stone is millions of years older than us. In our
thoughts, the silent universe seeks echo.
An unknown world aspires towards reflection. Words are the
oblique mirrors which hold your thought. You gaze into these
word mirrors and catch glimpses of meaning...
Behind their bright surface is the dark and the silence. Words
are like the god Janus, they face inwards and outwards at once.
If we become addicted to the external our interiority will haunt
us. We will become hungry with a hunger no image, person or
deed can still. To be wholesome, we must remain truthful to our
vulnerable complexity. In order to keep our balance, we need to
hold the interior and exterior, visible and invisible, known and
unknown, temporal and eternal, ancient and new together. No
one else can undertake this task for you. You are the one and
only threshold of your inner world. This wholesomeness is
holiness. To be holy is natural; to befriend the worlds that
come to balance in you.
oblique mirrors which hold your thought. You gaze into these
word mirrors and catch glimpses of meaning...
Behind their bright surface is the dark and the silence. Words
are like the god Janus, they face inwards and outwards at once.
If we become addicted to the external our interiority will haunt
us. We will become hungry with a hunger no image, person or
deed can still. To be wholesome, we must remain truthful to our
vulnerable complexity. In order to keep our balance, we need to
hold the interior and exterior, visible and invisible, known and
unknown, temporal and eternal, ancient and new together. No
one else can undertake this task for you. You are the one and
only threshold of your inner world. This wholesomeness is
holiness. To be holy is natural; to befriend the worlds that
come to balance in you.
Behind the facade of image and distraction, each person is
an artist in this primal and inescapable sense. Each one of
us is doomed and privileged to be an inner artist who carries
and shapes a unique world.
an artist in this primal and inescapable sense. Each one of
us is doomed and privileged to be an inner artist who carries
and shapes a unique world.
Human presence is a creative and turbulent sacrament, a
visible sign of invisible grace.
visible sign of invisible grace.
John O'Donohue
from Anam Cara
from Anam Cara
with thanks to The Beauty We Love
~
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