Ella May - Who is aware?

 

Thoughts arise and fall as flowers live and wilt. Stars fade over eons in the night sky and clouds pass and change.

Everything is changing all the time. Thoughts come and go. But who is thinking them?

Some people think liberation is a person with no thoughts, or that to achieve enlightenment one has to have no thoughts! But who would have no thoughts and a quiet mind?

Thoughts happen anyway. No one is "thinking" them. When there is an illusion of self, the self thinks it controls the thoughts. "I must not have these thoughts," or "I must think good thoughts," et cetera.

In liberation, it is recognized that all of life is happening anyway. Thoughts arise with no self that claims them. The idea of self is only another thought, perhaps a more dominant one, one that feels separated from the whole, life, movement/stillness.

To slow down thoughts is mindfulness, awareness, but who is aware? The myth of the self has been seen through, and thoughts still arise, but for no one. Rather like a sea of waves coming and going. Being aware of this is separation. Thoughts are in free fall.

Trying not to think or attempting to quiet the mind is still someone trying to get to wholeness, peace, or awakening. But no one awakens because there is no one there to awaken or be still. There is only stillness and wholeness with thoughts appearing in it.

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U. G. Krishnamurti - What is the `silence' that you are after?

 

What is the `silence' that you are after? Do you hear those trucks passing by on the road and the flushing of the toilet? Do you want to escape from all this and go and sit in the caves? There is noise inside you wherever you go.

What is this silence you are talking about? The silence operates there in the city market. When I am talking, it is the expression of the silence. You think there is no silence, when I am talking? You think there is silence when you close your eyes, sit in one corner and try to stop the flow of thoughts? You are just choked--that is not silence.
 
Go to the forest--that roar is the silence. Go to a sea--that is silence. Go right into the center of the desert--that is silence. A volcano erupting--that is silence. Not the silent mind trying to experience 'silence.' Silence is energy bursting."

Ed Crowley - Not a word was spoken

 
I saw You
late last night

We walked the 
beach in Silence

Not a word was spoken 

We watched the 
Sun douse it’s light 
in the Ocean’s edge

We heard the waves 
whisper sweet love 
songs to the shore

Not a word was spoken 

Even sea birds 
sat silently still

We walked barefoot, 
You left no footprints 
in the sand at al

The sun had set but light 
still shined everywhere 

I asked You where 
this light came from

You said not a word 
yet lightly touched 
my heart and smiled 

Here is the home of
the Light of the World 

I heard this in the 
stillness of the Silence 
within my heart of Hearts 

Not a word was spoken 

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Rumi - I am created from the ecstasy of love

 

If you bake bread with the wheat

that grows on my grave

you’ll become drunk with joy and

even the oven will recite ecstatic poems.

If you come to pay your respects

even my gravestone will invite you to dance

so don’t come without your drum.

Don’t be sad.

You have come to Gods feast.

Even death cannot stop my yearning

for the sweet kiss of my love.

Tear my shroud and wear it as a shirt,

the door will open and you’ll hear

the music of your soul fill the air.

I am created from the ecstasy of love and

when I die, my essence will be released

like the scent of crushed rose petals.

My soul wants to leap and join

the towering soul of Beloved (Shams).

~ Rumi

– Ghazal (Ode) 683

Translated by Azima Melita Kolin

and Maryam Mafi

“Rumi: Hidden Music”

Salaam and Greetings of Peace:

On December 17th, 1273 AD, Mevlana Jalal al-din Rumi died at Konya. The 17th of December is thus called Sheb-i Arus, meaning ‘Bride’s Night” or ‘Nuptial Night’ or ‘Wedding Night,’ because of the union of Mevlana with God. As Rumi’s epitaph states:

‘When we are dead, seek not our tomb in the earth, but find it in the hearts of men.’

 

Sri Aurobindo - Only the Inconceivable is left

 

A stillness absolute, incommunicable,

Meets the sheer self-discovery of the soul;

A wall of stillness shuts it from the world,

A gulf of stillness swallows up the sense

And makes unreal all that mind has known,

All that the labouring senses still would weave

Prolonging an imaged unreality.

Self’s vast spiritual silence occupies Space;

Only the Inconceivable is left,

Only the Nameless without space and time:

Abolished is the burdening need of life:

Thought falls from us, we cease from joy and grief;

The ego is dead; we are freed from being and care,

We have done with birth and death and work and fate.

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Huang Po

 

“This Dharma is Mind, beyond which there is no Dharma;

and this Mind is the Dharma, beyond which there is no mind.”

~ Huang Po 

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“There is only the one reality,

neither to be realized nor attained.

To say ‘I am able to realize something’

or ‘I am able to attain something’

is to place yourself among the arrogant. […]

There is just a mysterious tacit understanding

and no more.”

~ Huang Po

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