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THE ORIGINAL
LIFE SOURCE THAT
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4:52 AM - 12/11/2015
than in the answer to a question.
Thomas Merton
http://beingsilentlydrawn.blogspot.com.au/2011/11/substance-of-silence.html
to hand oneself over,
entrust oneself completely 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
http://beingsilentlydrawn.blogspot.com.au/2012/02/living-silence.html
You do not enter except without a story.
To enter there is to become unnameable.
with which to go out and to come in.
Whoever is nowhere is nobody, and therefore cannot exist except
as unborn:
no disguise will avail him anything
Such a one is neither lost nor found.
They fall, they fall into apartments and are securely established!
They find themselves in streets. They are licensed
To proceed from place to place
They now know their own names
They can name several friends and know
Their own telephones must some time ring.
all cars crash at one crossing:
If all cities explode and fly away in dust.
Yet identities refuse to be lost.
There is a name and number for everyone.
there are pigeon holes for ashes:
Such security can business buy!
Yet, to tell the truth, only the nameless are at home in it.
They hear with them in the center of nowhere the unborn flower
of nothing:
This is the paradise tree. It must remain unseen until words end
and arguments are silent.
Thomas Merton
http://beingsilentlydrawn.blogspot.com.au/2011/09/fall.html
You do not enter except without a story.
To enter there is to become unnameable.
Whoever is there is homeless for he has no door and no identity
with which to go out and to come in.
Whoever is nowhere is nobody, and therefore cannot exist except
as unborn:
no disguise will avail him anything
Such a one is neither lost nor found.
But he who has an address is lost.
They fall, they fall into apartments and are securely established!
They find themselves in streets. They are licensed
To proceed from place to place
They now know their own names
They can name several friends and know
Their own telephones must some time ring.
If all telephones ring at once, if all names are shouted at once and
all cars crash at one crossing:
If all cities explode and fly away in dust.
Yet identities refuse to be lost.
There is a name and number for everyone.
There is a definite place for bodies,
there are pigeon holes for ashes:
Such security can business buy!
Who would dare to go nameless in so secure a universe?
Yet, to tell the truth, only the nameless are at home in it.
They hear with them in the center of nowhere the unborn flower
of nothing:
This is the paradise tree. It must remain unseen until words end
and arguments are silent.
Thomas Merton
http://beingsilentlydrawn.blogspot.com.au/2011/09/fall.html