Silence

[Xan]

Silence is our real nature. What we are fundamentally is only silence.
Silence is free from beginning and end.
It was before the beginning of all things. It is causeless.
Its greatness lies in the fact that it simply is.

In silence all objects have their home ground.
It is the light that gives objects their shape and form.
All movement, all activity is harmonized by silence.
Silence has no opposite in noise. It is beyond positive and negative.
Silence dissolves all objects.

It is not related to any counterpart which belongs to the mind.
Silence has nothing to do with mind.
It cannot be defined but it can be felt directly because it is our nearness.
Silence is freedom without restriction or center.
It is our wholeness, neither inside nor outside the body.

Silence is joyful, not pleasurable.
It is not psychological. It is feeling without a feeler.
Silence needs no intermediary.

Silence is holy. It is healing.
There is no fear in silence.
Silence is autonomous, like love and beauty.

It is untouched by time.
Silence is meditation, free from any intention,
free from anyone who meditates.

Silence is the absence of oneself.
Or rather, silence is the absence of absence.
Sound which comes from silence is music.
All activity is creative when it comes from silence.
It is constantly a new beginning.

Silence precedes speech and poetry and music and all art.
Silence is the home ground of all creative activity.
What is truly creative is the word, is Truth.
Silence is the word. Silence is Truth.

The one established in silence lives in constant offering,
in prayer without asking, in thankfulness, in continual love.


~Jean Klein

In silence without my whisper I become one in silence too..nice Xan.:)

[Xan]

whisperless.... ahhhh.....


Xan

but hey the whisper is needed sometimes...otherwise I would not get a word in...hahaha...

[Arcturus]

Silence has many qualities. There is the silence between two noises, the silence between two notes and the widening silence in the interval between two thoughts. There is that peculiar, quiet, pervading silence that comes of an evening in the country; there is the silence through which you hear the bark of a dog in the distance or the whistle of a train as it comes up a steep grade; the silence in a house when everybody has gone to sleep, and its peculiar emphasis when you wake up in the middle of the night and listen to an owl hooting in the valley; and there is that silence before the owl's mate answers. There is the silence of an old deserted house, and the silence of a mountain; the silence between two human beings when they have seen the same thing, felt the same thing, and acted.

[Xan]

well sure... whispers come and go within infinite eternal Silence...


Xan

Originally Posted by necta3

Silence has many qualities. There is the silence between two noises, the silence between two notes and the widening silence in the interval between two thoughts. There is that peculiar, quiet, pervading silence that comes of an evening in the country; there is the silence through which you hear the bark of a dog in the distance or the whistle of a train as it comes up a steep grade; the silence in a house when everybody has gone to sleep, and its peculiar emphasis when you wake up in the middle of the night and listen to an owl hooting in the valley; and there is that silence before the owl's mate answers. There is the silence of an old deserted house, and the silence of a mountain; the silence between two human beings when they have seen the same thing, felt the same thing, and acted.

Necta..I am beginning to think you are indeed the nectar of the gods...

How to reach the real silence? the real emptiness?

[Squatchit]

Originally Posted by necta3

Silence has many qualities. There is the silence between two noises, the silence between two notes and the widening silence in the interval between two thoughts. There is that peculiar, quiet, pervading silence that comes of an evening in the country; there is the silence through which you hear the bark of a dog in the distance or the whistle of a train as it comes up a steep grade; the silence in a house when everybody has gone to sleep, and its peculiar emphasis when you wake up in the middle of the night and listen to an owl hooting in the valley; and there is that silence before the owl's mate answers. There is the silence of an old deserted house, and the silence of a mountain; the silence between two human beings when they have seen the same thing, felt the same thing, and acted.

Poetry in motion.

Originally Posted by catatonic

How to reach the real silence? the real emptiness?

Do you know the answer to your questions?