Rumi – on Silence

"This silence, this moment, every moment, if it's genuinely inside you, brings what you need. There's nothing to believe. Only when I stopped believing in myself did I come into this beauty. Sit quietly, and listen for a voice that will say, 'Be more silent.' Die and be quiet. Quietness is the surest sign that you've died. Your …

Kabir – The Drop and the Sea

I went looking for Him And lost myself; The drop merged with the Sea – Who can find it now? Looking and looking for Him I lost myself; The Sea merged with the drop – Who can find it now?

Silence II – Elaine Maria Upton

Silence is not a lack of words. Silence is not a lack of music. Silence is not a lack of curses. Silence is not a lack of screams. Silence is not a lack of colors or voices or bodies or whistling wind. Silence is not a lack of anything. Silence is resting, nestling in every …

The Sacrament of Waiting – Macrina Wiederkehr

Slowly she celebrated the sacrament of letting go. First she surrendered her green, then the orange, yellow, and red finally she let go of her brown. Shedding her last leaf she stood empty and silent, stripped bare. Leaning against the winter sky she began her vigil of trust. Shedding her last leaf she watched its journey to …

D.H. Lawrence – Belief

Forever nameless Forever unknown Forever unconceived Forever unrepresented yet forever felt in the soul. By: D.H.Lawrence

The Sacrament of Waiting – Macrina Wiederkehr

Slowly she celebrated the sacrament of letting go. First she surrendered her green, then the orange, yellow, and red finally she let go of her brown. Shedding her last leaf she stood empty and silent, stripped bare. Leaning against the winter sky she began her vigil of trust. Shedding her last leaf she watched its journey to …

Meister Eckhart – The Hope of Loving

What keeps us alive, what allows us to endure? I think it is the hope of loving, or being loved. I heard a fable once about the sun going on a journey to find its source, and how the moon wept without her lover’s warm gaze. We weep when light does not reach our hearts. …

T.S. Elliott – from Little Gidding

We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time.

Blake – Eternity

Eternity He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy; But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternity’s sun rise. William Blake

Indigo Girls – Closer to Fine

There's more than one answer to these questions? Pointing me in a crooked line. ?And the less I seek my source for some definitive? The closer I am to fine.