Self is silence

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hmmmm.....silence no silence....self no self......from darker

days.....naw.....silence is nothing.....nothing is death......yet

Nothing is alive.....ever arising......NOTHNG IS MUSIC, SINGING,

DANCING.....LAUGHING.....

^^~~~~~

furthin up and further in,

white wolfe

Of A New Beginning

(For My Father)

>From the timeless Nothing, the morning dawns.

The subliminal senses awaken

the slumbering soul, creation’s principal,

to the proclaiming song of a new beginning.

Candescent stars pale on the grey horizon,

Bird songs gently ripple the atmosphere;

Transition preludes an impending change

>From dark silence to the symphony of light.

Man out of primordial Nothing is cast

And perceiving finds that that which is without

is also that which is within, which is light,

Ambitious, exuberant, transcendent light.

Yet Light, like himself, is Something which is Nothing.

By the light, by a man’s being, the soul perceives

that she is, but what it is that she is

And from where, like light, she cannot discern.

Pursuing knowledge of the light, she ignores

what logic must and must not leave to fate.

Attempting to see that which cannot be seen,

she plucks out her eye and holds it in her hand.

Like Lilith, she clenches her vision in her fist,

surrounds it with herself and so becomes blind.

So consumed in herself she loses sight of truth

and sinks to drowning in the waters of despair.

We are all Lilith. We have all lost our vision.

We have all lost the strength to open our hand.

There are no birds now. The sun has set.

Predatory darkness will soon devour all light.

Is Death the only law to which we may appeal

in our forlorn state of sorrow and contrition?

If so, may we who have played the coy mistress

Become the faithful, compliant bride of the night.

May the tawdry deceptions of insolent flesh

And its landscape of callous spires without faith,

Crumble in one apocalyptic moment

As we surrender our darkness to the Other’s light.

>From the timeless Nothing, the morning dawns.

The subliminal senses awaken

the slumbering soul, creation’s principal,

to the proclaiming song of a new beginning.

Forever, Forever, and Forever.

-Mark Christopher Valentine

Self is silence

Q : You sometimes say the Self is silence. Why is this ?

A: For those who live in the Self as the beauty devoid of

thought , there is nothing which should be thought of.

That which should be adhered to is only the experience of

silence , because in that supreme state nothing exists

to be attained other than oneself.

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sometimes your posts even inspire a new one altogether....keep up the good

work....there is a white wolfe paying attention.....^^~~~~~

 

further up and further in,

 

white wolfe

 

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> I've just wanted to say - how glad I am that from time to time

> Maharshi's words inspire you to post a poem ...

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> days.....naw.....silence is nothing.....nothing is death......yet

> Nothing is alive.....ever arising......NOTHNG IS MUSIC, SINGING,

> DANCING.....LAUGHING.....

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> All paths go somewhere. No path goes nowhere. Paths, places, sights,

perceptions, and indeed all experiences arise from and exist in and subside

back into the Space of Awareness. Like waves rising are not different than

the ocean, all things arising from Awareness are of the nature of Awareness.

Awareness does not come and go but is always Present. It is Home. Home is

where the Heart Is. Jnanis know the Heart to be the Finality of Eternal

Being. A true devotee relishes in the Truth of Self-Knowledge, spontaneously

arising from within into It Self. Welcome all to a.

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