to the silence of a wide landscape of woods and hills, or sea and desert;
to sit still while the sun comes up
over the land and fills its silences with light.
...few are willing to belong completely to such silence,
to let it soak into their bones,
to breathe nothing but silence, to feed on silence,
and to turn the very substance of their life into a living and vigilant silence.
~ Thomas Merton from Thoughts in Solitude
http://beautywelove.blogspot.com/2012/02/empty-boat.html
What I Do Is Live,
How I Pray Is Breathe
Thomas Merton
He is the one I would like to talk to.
~ Chuang Tzu
He is the one I would like to talk to.
~ Chuang Tzu
But before we come to that which is unspeakable and unthinkable, the spirit hovers on the frontiers of language, wondering whether or not to stay on its own side of the border, in order to have something to bring back to other men. This is the test of those who wish to cross the frontier. If they are not ready to leave their own ideas and their own words behind them, they cannot travel further.
~ Thomas Merton from No Man is an Island
http://beautywelove.blogspot.com/2012/02/frontiers-of-language.html