This is about the space in between words and all other things made...
In the space between words I hear you talking to me.
In those moments you share your time I see your beautiful self
Silently you revolve as I observe
I do not mind: your intelligence allows me my wisdom
My art is your eye, my pain the cry I call you with, your answer is my life.
I followed you home with every footstep of my life;
I noticed every star you sent me; every hurt became my unfolding in you'
All the moments that came and went you lived them with me;
My sanctuary was always between the sheets of my understanding;
And every desire was to swim in your love under the big moon of this heart;
You came when I called to you
To shore up all the brokenness that I made when I fell from your grace;
You are my direction in all the lostness;
You call me silently, so silently, yet I hear you.
Monk: “Oh?”
Zen: “Not you, the divine.”
Monk: “Oh.”
Zen: “Divinely I wanted to dance but I didn't know how amongst all the noise of the stares in my head, of them that judged me down through all the long years. Then you came and said it was okay; now it's just you and me dancing divinely, to dance inside where no one can see...
Not knowing what is, the darkness becomes my lover, until, one day the light emerges, and then, the two cannot meet for the light is king and the darkness is blown away...
Now I am a traitor and switch allegiance; my rich lover showers me in this, that I am forever lost with no way back in a colour that has no comparison. There is no spelling for this, no word, no imaginary metaphor; this is a dance that has wings no feet can explain...
Move inside this where your heart has a rest in a place so pure more than all the dust can consume; you are free to ride upon a silence that has no care of anything else; but sometimes, mostly, words are too heavy a thing to carry here where the feeling is an extraordinary other, more other than anything that can be said.
Sink into the silence between things, where thoughts are a long way off.
Touch the golden crown of your universe;
Experience the myriad purity of silence;
Understand the beloved dance where your stillness abounds in a joy no words can solve.
And in my head, I know, but that is not knowing; and in my heart, I look to find you. Yet, you are everywhere I look, see, I took a photo of you; look, look, where are you?
In a place that is secret, I will tell u my story, not so far away from yours where the sky falls down blue all around and the mists of the silence are the delight we revel in. I cannot wonder more than this to be so human. Flowers in life's majesty the mirrored beauty; I call your name.
There is no echo; as close as love.
Have I overcome my limiting beliefs yet?
Do I know of happiness?
Is that your hand on my belly?
Can I come in now?
Words dance into my mind from someplace; they bring along with them the echoes of another place.
But all I want is your attention, from the lips of my secret smile
to the depths of every drop of you.
It is funny that happiness seems like a distant pursuit of the mind yet it is right here all the time.
But these are only words.
The ice mice agents are hiding in the bushes and I am waiting for the holy telephone, that wireless of abundance, n drinking the coffee of patience; and the wellspring of the water-dog is a sigh full of blooming attraction; it comes to this then: that beauty is not in the things of this world but the sweetness of remembering, the joy of a life realised.
After the shell cracks, birth is only a coming into consciousness. Loneliness arises from a passing distraction; distance from the light brings darkness. The dark night of the soul comes as a cry from separation to awakening; when the light comes, accept it with all your heart and surrender. Leave the ego of thought alone.
All is not lost if the joy eludes you in that moment; embrace the hurt and know, your growing will eventually crack the shell, and your longing will bring you home; piece by piece it will come to you; embrace the time of your growing.
Angels will guide you, but remember you are your own angel.
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