The Voice of Silence Within - Fred LaMotte

Upon emerging from meditation, I was moved to share this:
The world is not in chaos.  The mind is in chaos.  
There is a place we need to return to: the wellspring of our
own intuition, the starry depth in our core.  This is the
real Guru, the true Friend, the true Master.  Throw the
penny of this little mind into that well, which has been
silently bubbling up for countless lifetimes, in a hidden
glade, the wildest glen of your ancient brain.  Fall into
this yearning hollow, all the way down your spine,
through your rib cage into the solar plexus.  Now you
are just a ripple of silence trembling into the galaxy.
Who will guide you to this well?  The true Friend.
She leads you not to herself, but points beyond words
to your own heart.  Why should you give away your
power to any other who claims to teach you what can
only be learned at the soundless fountain inside you?
Listen to the voice of the Silence inside silence.  A real
Guru reveals this murmuring spring in the valley of your
chest, through a whisper, a touch, or their mere presence.
They then walk away, freeing you to name the Mystery
for yourself, as you gaze into the unfathomable waters
of Shakti, the healing current of your own awakened grace.
Whenever you want to come to this forest pool and sit with
your Guru, or with the Christ, with Buddha, or with any
of the Rishis, you find them waiting here, nearer than 
your pulse.  Not in any temple or ashram, but in the golden
dark inside the inward spring of Divine Love, overflowing
with the nectar of emptiness, gushing stars, pouring out
the fierce wild atoms of your body, for no reason but to
dance.

Fred LaMotte

Uradiance

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