aelolive

 The Harmonium of Life and Death Finding stillness within the movement of life The relentless speed of today’s world does not carry me forward; it holds me back. It leaves so little room for stillness that I sometimes feel it denies me the opportunity to participate in life in my own natural way. Even if I wished to join this race, I could not. Racing is simply not in my nature. I pause. I have always paused, and I believe I will continue to pause. But I will never race. Nor do I wish to learn how to swim merely to reach the shore everyone else is trying to reach. I can only drift. And even my drifting must happen in silence—not toward another shore, but deeper into the mystery of existence. The Disciple Hidden Within Me Every movement of life carries a lesson. Every event, relationship, silence, difficulty, and passing moment has something to teach me. When I become attentive to these movements, life transforms me into a disciple. I do not need to enter a classroom to learn from e...

 I saw:- the footfalls of Time gently merged into my stillness and a faint, light tune of a smile left in the atmosphere its echo. For twenty days this smile kept my lips under its control.  As I woke up from sleep, this smile chased me;  I noticed the vast expansion of the Supreme Power.  How IT adorns ITs part, bestows upon it hon-our and glory;  while the part chants ITs Name eating  and drinking, rising and waking from sleep.  This unique reunion can be had only after crossing silence,  where only depth listens to depth.  without any medium—  an encampment an encampment  which in the open sky looks like clouds passing through the air,  crossing a mysterious, strange time—  an existence which is only a wayfarer— but becomes a destination.