The sea will be the sea, whatever the drop's philosophy...
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
Silent and serene, forgetting words
Bright clarity appears before you.
When you reflect it, you become vast.
Where you embody it, you are uplifted.
Solitary and shining, a river of stars,
Snow covered pines,
Clouds enveloping the peak.
In darkness it is most bright,
While hidden all the more manifest.
The crane dreams in the winter mist.
The autumn waters flow far in the distance.
Endless kalpas are totally empty,
All things completely the same.
When wonder exists in serenity,
all achievement is forgotten in illumination.
Only silence is the supreme speech,
Only illumination the universal response.
Responding without falling into achievement,
Speaking without involving listeners,
The ten thousand forms majestically glisten
And expound the dharma.
Thanks to Miriam L Simons
vIew her entire post here
Silence-Stillness-Simplicity-Serenity-Solitude
art Wendy Andrew
“This is a season of completion, when all that has been experienced in the abundance of form completes its journey, discovers its deeper significance. Without this space the sacred would lack a foundation. This is when we “take upon us the mystery of things.” We become the space where form and the formless meet, where the heart is empty and full and love opens the door between the worlds. Life and death belong together in ways we rarely understand. Death is not just the end of the cycle of life, but a deepening of the journey. Completion is a realization, not just a conclusion.
And yet it needs an inner strength to fully honor this cycle of the sacred, to allow life’s book to turn to this empty page. We have to acknowledge that we are a part of a greater whole than we can imagine, a whole that includes the formless as well as the multitude of forms. Hopefully during the cycle of the seasons we have learned this strength—hopefully the sacred has taken us to this place where we are no longer frightened by the unknown.”
Seasons of the Sacred: Reconnecting to the Wisdom Within Nature and the Soul
art Paradox Aaron
Who ? Which one ? What? When?
All these questions are conceptual pictures in Consciousness.
They are as real as a mirage or a dream.
The totality of the manifestation and all that it contains, is Consciousness, Uniqueness.
There is nothing but the Consciousness, not aware of itself in its noumenic subjectivity, and yet everything is perceived by It as a phenomenal manifestation that expresses itself objectively.
If you understand the deep meaning of this concept there is nothing else to understand.
What we think to be a phenomenal reality is nothing but appearance, an inconsistent shadow, while what we really are is Consciousness, formless Brahaman.
