A quote from Nisargadatta on “our words and on silence”

The moment you start talking you create a verbal universe, a universe of words, ideas, concepts and abstractions, interwoven and inter-dependent, most wonderfully generating, supporting and explaining each other and yet all without essence or substance, mere creations of the mind. Words create words, reality is silent. —Nisargadatta

Mystical Poems: “The Loom of Weaving” by Mystic Meandering (re-blogged)

  The Loom of Weaving…   Withdraw from the Loom of Weaving;the mind-made threads, the mind-maderhythms, and find the Silent Threadthat weaves through all other threads.   The True Rhythm of Life.   Stay with this silent, organic Rhythmthat flows through you. Put all other synthetic threads aside andfollow the Silent Thread…Follow the deeper Rhythm……

Mystical poems: “Be silent” by Rumi

  You are the only faithful student you have.All the others leave eventually. Have you been making yourself shallowwith making others eminent? Just remember, when you’re in union,you don’t have to fear that you’ll be drained. The command comes to speak,and you feel the ocean moving through you. Then comes, Be silent,as when the rain…

Nature Poems: excerpt from Sabbaths, VII, by Wendell Berry

There is a place you can gowhere you are quiet,a place of water and the light on the water. Trees are there,leaves, and the lighton leaves moved by air. Birds, singing, moveamong leaves, in leaf shadow.After many years you have come to no thought of these,but they are themselvesyour thoughts. There seems to be little…

SHORT MYSTICAL POEMS BY OSHO “When gladness glides”

“When gladness glides” When gladness glides In the deep lake of silence, Warm breath of love Hums an unheard song. When open sky is wide awake Under thy gaze Fog of doubt melts away And fragrant breeze reveals The sweet pollen of bliss. The lake, the lotus, And the unseen lover Merge in one lightening…

MYSTICAL POEMS: “From words to emptiness” by Osho

I want my words ring in your ears, and their echo to carry you Into that space where everything is silent, empty. This is the way from words to emptiness. There one meet oneself. I’m in bliss. Take my love, I’ve nothing else to offer, It is my only wealth.

Mystic Poems: “The Loom of Weaving”…by Mystic Meandering (re-blogged)

“The Loom of Weaving”   Withdraw from the Loom of Weaving;the mind-made threads, the mind-maderhythms, and find the Silent Threadthat weaves through all other threads.   The True Rhythm of Life.   Stay with this silent, organic Rhythmthat flows through you. Put all other synthetic threads aside andfollow the Silent Thread…Follow the deeper Rhythm…  …

A short poem about God by Rumi

Hush. I am so close, I may look distant. So completely mixed with you, I may look separate. So out in the open, I appear hidden. So silent, because I am constantly talking with you. —Rumi

PROFOUND POEMS: “Passerby, These are Words” by Yves Bonnefoy

Passerby, These are Words Passerby, these are words. But instead of reading I want you to listen: to this frail Voice like that of letters eaten by grass. Lend an ear, hear first of all the happy bee Foraging in our almost rubbed-out names. It flits between two sprays of leaves, Carrying the sound of…

A quote on poetry by Yves Bonnefoy

In fact, it is the speaking-being that has created this universe, even if language excludes him from it. This means that we are deprived through words of an authentic intimacy with what we are, or with what the Other is. We need poetry, not to regain this intimacy, which is impossible, but to remember that…