ALL IS WELL IN/OF/VAST CORE SILENCE
WITHOUT TALKING OR THINKING.
Speech is born out of longing,
True description from the real taste.
The one who tastes, knows;
the one who explains, lies.
How can you describe the true form of Something
In whose presence you are blotted out?
And in whose being you still exist?
And who lives as a sign for your journey?
He said, "This world is like a closed coffin, in which
We are shut and in which, through our ignorance,
We spend our lives in folly and desolation.
When Death comes to open the lid of the coffin,
Each one who has wings will fly off to Eternity,
But those without will remain locked in the coffin.
So, my friends, before the lid of this coffin is taken off,
Do all you can to become a bird of the Way to God;
Do all you can to develop your wings and your feathers."
Farid ud Din Attar,
translation by Andrew Harvey and Eryk Hanut - 'Perfume of the Desert'
without intuition or information,
without contemplation or description or revelation.
Mystics are not themselves.’
Afternoon High Tide
Resides outside of time.
It is not quantifiable.
It cannot be measured.
It cannot be grasped.
It is the meeting place of
With the body,
Dies with the body.
One who does not, is
For such a one,
There is no rebirth because
There has been no birth.
Never not here,
Never not now.
One gets further lost in
All destinations other than