There is a silence
within the silence
penetrating
gently pulling
a slight magnetism,
formless pulling form
realizing form
waking through form
waking,
to raindrops,
fluttering down the end of a leaf
touching tip of tongue
to leaf tip
drinking in the drop,
down the throat
pulled in deeply
where silence rests
within silence.
7 comments:
"There is a silence
within the silence
penetrating
gently pulling..."
Yes, we do seem to know this... and yet we are seldom silent enough to encounter our truest self.
Drop by drop we become filled, drop by drop we empty ourselves...
Beautiful poem M. What do you not do?
I have been thinking awhile about sitting in silence listening to the silence.
These words are a treasure!
the combination with the graphic is perfection
Thank you for these touching words.
OK, you must be off in some exotic location again seing as how we've ben left to ponder this "Simple Meditation" for quite some time now.
Eagerly waiting to hear from you anew....
A lovely poem :) In our khaniqah, our Sufi house, there is a sign which says "Silence, for breath is a Godsend." And many Sufi Masters and other spiritual teachers say that only in real silence, in shutting off the eternal dialogue, can the we begin to hear with the ear of the heart.
Peace and Many Blessings,
Irving
Thank you, dear friends. Your encouragement means a lot to me. This is an important thing we do - to encouarge others on the path, wherever they may be.
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