O
Sweet Silence!...
Beyond these words
Inhale me forever Home!
ew
Sweet Silence!...
Beyond these words
Inhale me forever Home!
ew
Shell Ouroboros Photo - October 28, 2012
Harbour Island - Far North end of Beach
Silent’s Song
The Clowning Joy of it All
Still
as the ancient deer in a woods
watching the armed hunter build his tree stand,
my soul is Camouflaged
by You,
O Beloved Breather
that Breathes me.
The vast Causation Silence:
what I Knew,
they told me
I did not Know....could not Know....
and if I did Know....
I was not to tell anyone.
Nothing much has changed.
The wild ones Disappear & Observe
from a Camouflaged distance..
Sourcing,
Tending the Fire of their Splendour
with the One who
Loved them into Breath’s Form.
The Greatest Gift is to be Nothing
in Solitude
or in the crowded marketplace...
much as
the hidden-from-human
bird or deer watching the hunter
build his killing stand
in the woods
¥
O creaturely form
named an earthly Beloved!
You have intensified Love
& what is not Love
in a most dangerous manner
leaving me for dead in your not-Love world.
But Hark!
The Almighty Breather
is all that I AM and am not
forevermore
as has always been.
O Great Silence
taking me beyond all word feedings
within or without....
¥
O God!
I was doing just fine in you...
but, not talking
they told me I had to Know you their way.
Today they scream, chatter and explain in my head that I must be Silent
in order to Be You.
That is how it already Was
in the beginning, but without their noise.
The mad world of earthbound creatures
must first diagnose before it can kill.
Burned & Consumed by Breath alone
until the Breather Claims all shadows.
After the ash
fire alone
it repeats & repeats
Disappearing these feeble vault words
Burning enough
so one who is Destined to See...will
& those who cannot See will not.
this is
the Clowning Joy
of it All!
How can anything be deadly serious
when there is no death!
How can the condition of One be a dis-ease
when s/he is nothing more
or less
than the Loose Garment of the Beloved?
O
Blessed One
Holding this Quiet Knowing Heart
Disappeared
from
praise & blame,
I Am
Rapturing beyond Rapture.
As long as I saw only the Rapture
i was stuck beyond measure,
destroyed by the opposite.
as long as I saw only the horror,
i was stuck beyond measure,
destroyed by the opposite.
There is no way thru this except
Now ay!!!!!
¥
O One
that Exhaled me into form
Inhales me gently Home!
taking all Silence that festers
leaving only the
Silence of
All that Is.
Accepting Destiny
without a murmur
Insures gentle Inhalations
into You,
O
Blessed One.
You are the Lifeline
for this battered Heart.
I want to look for You.
I want to Hold on so the storm does not take me under
Instantly, I Realize the Lifeline
Rests within my Heart
Always
before and since forever
Mind’s sole/soul purpose of existence is for Awareness/Being
of Allah Alone.
otherwise...
total waste and folly
of
dualisms repeats.
O Beloved!
Hold me
in Your
no-opposites Love
it does not matter
because matter does
until it does not
Rest in Causation Silence
until the mind is Stilled
& all parched aspects
Sated.
Sated Being
cannot feed on the outer world.
As mind melts into Home,
the body follows.
O Sweet Silence
beyond these words
Inhale me forever Home!
only
the Dancer Danced me.
All is Well.
ew
Youthanasia Acres
near Dublin, Indiana
February 2003
Harbour Island - Far North end of Beach
Silent’s Song
The Clowning Joy of it All
Still
as the ancient deer in a woods
watching the armed hunter build his tree stand,
my soul is Camouflaged
by You,
O Beloved Breather
that Breathes me.
The vast Causation Silence:
what I Knew,
they told me
I did not Know....could not Know....
and if I did Know....
I was not to tell anyone.
Nothing much has changed.
The wild ones Disappear & Observe
from a Camouflaged distance..
Sourcing,
Tending the Fire of their Splendour
with the One who
Loved them into Breath’s Form.
The Greatest Gift is to be Nothing
in Solitude
or in the crowded marketplace...
much as
the hidden-from-human
bird or deer watching the hunter
build his killing stand
in the woods
¥
O creaturely form
named an earthly Beloved!
You have intensified Love
& what is not Love
in a most dangerous manner
leaving me for dead in your not-Love world.
But Hark!
The Almighty Breather
is all that I AM and am not
forevermore
as has always been.
O Great Silence
taking me beyond all word feedings
within or without....
¥
O God!
I was doing just fine in you...
but, not talking
they told me I had to Know you their way.
Today they scream, chatter and explain in my head that I must be Silent
in order to Be You.
That is how it already Was
in the beginning, but without their noise.
The mad world of earthbound creatures
must first diagnose before it can kill.
Burned & Consumed by Breath alone
until the Breather Claims all shadows.
After the ash
fire alone
it repeats & repeats
Disappearing these feeble vault words
Burning enough
so one who is Destined to See...will
& those who cannot See will not.
this is
the Clowning Joy
of it All!
How can anything be deadly serious
when there is no death!
How can the condition of One be a dis-ease
when s/he is nothing more
or less
than the Loose Garment of the Beloved?
O
Blessed One
Holding this Quiet Knowing Heart
Disappeared
from
praise & blame,
I Am
Rapturing beyond Rapture.
As long as I saw only the Rapture
i was stuck beyond measure,
destroyed by the opposite.
as long as I saw only the horror,
i was stuck beyond measure,
destroyed by the opposite.
There is no way thru this except
Now ay!!!!!
¥
O One
that Exhaled me into form
Inhales me gently Home!
taking all Silence that festers
leaving only the
Silence of
All that Is.
Accepting Destiny
without a murmur
Insures gentle Inhalations
into You,
O
Blessed One.
You are the Lifeline
for this battered Heart.
I want to look for You.
I want to Hold on so the storm does not take me under
Instantly, I Realize the Lifeline
Rests within my Heart
Always
before and since forever
Mind’s sole/soul purpose of existence is for Awareness/Being
of Allah Alone.
otherwise...
total waste and folly
of
dualisms repeats.
O Beloved!
Hold me
in Your
no-opposites Love
it does not matter
because matter does
until it does not
Rest in Causation Silence
until the mind is Stilled
& all parched aspects
Sated.
Sated Being
cannot feed on the outer world.
As mind melts into Home,
the body follows.
O Sweet Silence
beyond these words
Inhale me forever Home!
only
the Dancer Danced me.
All is Well.
ew
Youthanasia Acres
near Dublin, Indiana
February 2003
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