This poem was originally posted on one of my other blogs in 2009. During some cyber housekeeping I found it again and it spoke to me with the same intensity expressed six years ago. It wants to be shared here on ‘the echoes’. With love.
silence has found me
its ruthless simplicity
has culled the clutter
I never knew existed
in the corridors of my brain
its unstoppable tide
has drowned the demon
that danced through my days,
control, adjust, fix!
its throbbing roar
has muted the mutterings
the pleas for reprieve,
from the screaming ‘me-me!’ myth
its yawning vastness
has swallowed whole
the impostor who once laid claim
to this luminous lifestream:
t i m e
its perfect love
has melted all that I took
to be me
in its crucible of fiery
and the receptors in these cells
heard the words
the whole world hungers
you are loved!
how could it be otherwise
when separation from your essence
Image – Johann Heinrich Füssli, The Silence, oil on canvas, 1799-1801
Source – Wikimedia Commons
Reblogged from this unlit light
Simplicity isn’t a result, an outcome of effort or aspiration. You can’t cultivate it by de-cluttering or embracing the ‘zen’ aesthetic.
Like wild wideawakeness simplicity is a reflection of original innocence – uncomplicated, unadorned, naked.
It flowers naturally when there’s no longer anyone who needs to impress their apparent world with aggrandizement of body or belongings – including the intellect and the movie of personal experience.
Simplicity surfaces when thinking knows its place.
I’ve heard it said that awakening is just the beginning
of the work.
But I disagree. I found that any notions of work
– in the context of so-called awakening –
only serve to separate one from the simple
Reality that one is.
Awakening to this inescapable simplicity
obliterates all concepts of working towards some enlightened state;
it obliterates all notions of enlightenment and of beginnings and endings…
Life’s great Light is living Itself without any help from anyone
so who could become more en-Light-ened than they already are?
Returning to Life is peace. Again. And again.
This is the ultimate simplicity.
body-speak is the language to listen to
this bright promising dawn
bones and brain
murmur, “weary, weary”
today there will be rest
soft sensuous animal self
why did no one tell me it was this simple?
there’s one little word,
an ancient word,
a common word,
that says it all –
that assembles all the fingers pointing
to the moon
into an outspread hand:
(so – be – It)
let It be
(for It cannot be otherwise)
(for IT is all one is)