HELD IN VAST PAUSE
ORIGINAL CREATION
IN/OF/AS
THE SILENCE BEYOND SILENCE
AND YET….
MORE ALIVE THAN CAN BE WORDED
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3:17 AM
1/14/15
ORIGINAL CREATION
IN/OF/AS
THE SILENCE BEYOND SILENCE
AND YET….
MORE ALIVE THAN CAN BE WORDED
ew
3:17 AM
1/14/15
Silence is an active undoing of wishes, knowledge,
conclusions, urges, habits and conditioning.
Thus, Silence purifies itself.
It is an involuntary cleansing process.
You give it the space and do not interfere.
Silence, when not imposed, has its own energy.
Tara Singh
The Voice That Precedes Thought
conclusions, urges, habits and conditioning.
Thus, Silence purifies itself.
It is an involuntary cleansing process.
You give it the space and do not interfere.
Silence, when not imposed, has its own energy.
Tara Singh
The Voice That Precedes Thought
....for it is said
amongst the old taltos
in my family, that this,
the sensory-- is the language
of Creator--Who called
the world --not into being--
but *back* into being
from the Void.
Dr. Clarissa P. Estes
https://www.facebook.com/permalink.php?story_fbid=10152692452253635&id=29996683634&substory_index=0
the full Sharing by Dr. Estes can also be found here:
http://dorotheamills.weebly.com/oceanspeak-and-more/beyond-language-when-the-beloveds-cannot-speak-sunriseafternoon-january-10-2015
amongst the old taltos
in my family, that this,
the sensory-- is the language
of Creator--Who called
the world --not into being--
but *back* into being
from the Void.
Dr. Clarissa P. Estes
https://www.facebook.com/permalink.php?story_fbid=10152692452253635&id=29996683634&substory_index=0
the full Sharing by Dr. Estes can also be found here:
http://dorotheamills.weebly.com/oceanspeak-and-more/beyond-language-when-the-beloveds-cannot-speak-sunriseafternoon-january-10-2015
Silent's Source of Life
Come to the freshness of Silence
and it will be the dawn of your life.
Out of that freshness
you will light the world with
peace within yourself
that never seeks.
It is the ever Perfect.
It is the Source of Life.
Tara Singh
The Voice That Precedes Thought
Come to the freshness of Silence
and it will be the dawn of your life.
Out of that freshness
you will light the world with
peace within yourself
that never seeks.
It is the ever Perfect.
It is the Source of Life.
Tara Singh
The Voice That Precedes Thought
Let soul speak with the silent
articulation of a face.
Rumi
articulation of a face.
Rumi
LOVE FLOWS DOWN
Rumi
Love comes with a knife, not some
shy question, and not with fears
for its reputation! I say
these things disinterestedly. Accept them
in kind. Love is a madman
working his wild schemes, tearing off his clothes,
running through the mountains, drinking poison,
and now quietly choosing annihilation.
You've been walking the ocean’s edge,
holding up your robes to keep them dry.
You must dive naked under and deeper under,
a thousand times deeper! Love flows down.
The ground submits to the sky and suffers
what comes. Tell me, is the earth worse
for giving in like that?
Don’t put blankets over the drum!
Open completely. Let your spirit-ear
listen to the green dome’s passionate murmur.
Let the cords of your robe be untied.
Shiver in this new love beyond all
above and below. The sun rises, but which way
does night go? I have no more words.
Let soul speak with the silent
articulation of a face.
–Jelalludin Rumi 1207 – 1273
Coleman Barks version
http://peacefullpresence.blogspot.com/2015/01/love-flows-down.html
Rumi
Love comes with a knife, not some
shy question, and not with fears
for its reputation! I say
these things disinterestedly. Accept them
in kind. Love is a madman
working his wild schemes, tearing off his clothes,
running through the mountains, drinking poison,
and now quietly choosing annihilation.
You've been walking the ocean’s edge,
holding up your robes to keep them dry.
You must dive naked under and deeper under,
a thousand times deeper! Love flows down.
The ground submits to the sky and suffers
what comes. Tell me, is the earth worse
for giving in like that?
Don’t put blankets over the drum!
Open completely. Let your spirit-ear
listen to the green dome’s passionate murmur.
Let the cords of your robe be untied.
Shiver in this new love beyond all
above and below. The sun rises, but which way
does night go? I have no more words.
Let soul speak with the silent
articulation of a face.
–Jelalludin Rumi 1207 – 1273
Coleman Barks version
http://peacefullpresence.blogspot.com/2015/01/love-flows-down.html
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