silence has found me

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.


 

Johann Heinrich Füssli - The Silence

 

silence has found me

its ruthless simplicity
has culled the clutter
from closets
I never knew existed
in the corridors of my brain

its unstoppable tide
has drowned the demon
that danced through my days,
demanding:
control, adjust, fix!

its throbbing roar
has muted the mutterings
of protest,
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
Grace

and the receptors in these cells
heard the words
the whole world hungers
to hear:

you are loved!

how could it be otherwise
when separation from your essence
is impossible?

 

be silence

and Know

 


Image – Johann Heinrich Füssli, The Silence, oil on canvas, 1799-1801
Source – Wikimedia Commons


Reblogged from this unlit light


simplicity surfaces when thinking knows its place

307

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.

~

the ultimate simplicity

102

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.

~