The Language of Silence

There is a silence that watches itself. The silence and that which watches it may appear separate but are in fact one.

““There is a voice that doesn’t use words — Listen!””

— Mevlana Jalaluddin Rumi

In this silence this language is heard. This voice heard. Offering understanding and insight to itself. There is silence and it appears as if nothing stirs. The desire to be or do anything doesn’t arise. There is just this silence speaking to itself, hearing itself. Immediate and alive. It does not stop speaking to itself or hearing itself.

The insights are constant, the understanding deepens. It is seen everything is taken care of and this seclusion needed. Everything feels jagged or not right when an attempt to communicate is made and not needed. The personal self, trying to do something here is not needed. It, this beautiful silence is taking care of itself. It is self-governing, sovereign over all things. Dictating what is and what isn’t needed. It is life. It is this silently silent reality that pervades all things.

I sit and stare engrossed in this silent conversation. I have lost my learning and know nothing and yet this conversation of one makes perfect sense. Constant and yet effortless. This conversation is what is important and when it is done, I will return to “life.” Return to a life which tells me I must act or behave a certain way. And yet I will not return as I left, and I will not be as when I left. Something has changed in me and yet I can’t but help think it was always there. A diamond in the dirt waiting to be discovered. Waiting to be known. I end as I started.

There is a silence that watches itself. The silence and that which watches it may appear separate but are in fact one.

This Silence that watches itself is you!

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In this meeting, can we dispel this idea of duality?

Let us see this illusory existence as a mirror.

Look now into the mirror what do you see? If at all anything.

In this meeting. In this singularity where the idea of two is no more. In this expanse. In this openness. We are home.

From this centre we look out at this illusory creation called life. Why is it here? What purpose does it serve? Is it for God’s amusement and entertainment? A divine play being watched by the creator. Is there mercy in this play?

A route home from the separation. An opportunity to know thyself. To provide relief and still the heart and calm the mind. If so, how? How can this pain of separation be eradicated while in the very existence that by its very being here prolongs duality?

Let us see this illusory existence as a mirror. Look now into the mirror what do you see? If at all anything. Notice now how you feel looking into the mirror. What comes up for you? Whether it is bliss and joy, or pain and despair can you allow it to be? Can you then locate where this emanates from? Can you then accept this place of emanation?

Going further can you accept that this is the centre. That all emanates from here. That in the acceptance of this place that you are home and that even non acceptance is still happening in this centre and that you are the centre experiencing itself. That all manner of experience can occur in this centre and that this centre can choose to accept or reject these experiences. It is the screen upon which this is all occurring and yet what is being projected onto this screen is not separate from it. That it may appear to be a duality or the thinnest of veils but that this is the play it plays and that is fine.

In acceptance which can be done but cannot also be done, that THE IDEA and please read that again THE IDEA of seeking can disappear, and the perfection and the paradox of the play can be seen and yet no one is seeing it. No one experiences. No one knows.

That this singularity does not need to know it is the singularity. That it is. It simply is. One without another. A silence known by no one and yet our rest, our security, our love. OUR HOME…

An Eternity in an Instant…

On Patience and Letting Go of Control.

Can we let go of trying to control? Let go of our impatience and anger and to be more trusting of life. To see that life can be simple and life can be good and that we can be happy. That we can put down that which ails us. Those moments in which we were robbed of our dignity, our honour, our pride. That those who disrespected us, slighted us have moved on and yet we live with what they did and continually hurt ourselves believing they suffer when in fact they do not. That our resentment is indeed like drinking poison and expecting the other to die. That our anger and our bitterness serve no one. That in being bitter we do a massive disservice to ourselves and to the world. That our art is trapped within us, our symphonies, our beauty. Simply because we refuse to let go. Because what is better than what we have. Even if what we have is killing us. That we refuse to accept that drinking this poison of anger and bitterness is killing us not the other.

Can we let go of trying to control?

Let go of our impatience and anger and to be more trusting of life.

That we deserve to be happy, and that we want to be happy, but we are so scared to be amongst those who are happy. They scare us and yet they are not that unlike us and that they too feel pain and suffer but unlike us they do not hold on. That they let go and that if we would but allow ourselves for a single moment to just look at this pain. However terrifying that may be that we may find a possibility. A possibility that tells us that maybe just maybe we may be able to put this pain down. Overwhelmed by this thought we run away and hide. And then that call again from life and again we go to that which scares us and look upon it and again the idea that we could let this go. And again, we hide and again we visit. We visit our pain, we open that pandoras box and stare upon our pain and misery. Our shame our guilt and we breathe. We realise that we can take our time. That this is not a race. Healing never is.

So now we are joined by another possibility that we can take our time. That once were there was impatience and panic that the seed of patience is now sown. So again, we visit the monsters, again we sit with our shame and slowly but surely the light enters the wound. What was in darkness is illuminated. What was crooked is made straight and sitting in that pain, that shame and that emptiness we experience release. A release so pure that no idea of pain remains. No idea of us remains. It was all a dream and that as we wake and stare into the light. We see we are in fact meeting ourselves. That this is who I am. One without another. That this was a story. It was a dream but now I am awake only to realise that there has only ever been wakefulness. That this story that this play simply appears in this singularity. That one leads to the other which leads to the other which is always in the NOW.

That we are free. That we are home. The story seen through. The illusion seen for what it was. Nothing more than a beautiful lie.

Radical Honesty…

The effects of this self-enquiry are cumulative

and we find it naturally brings up within us a radical and ruthless honesty as we start getting “real” with ourselves.

Nowhere is honesty more needed than in the spiritual endeavour. I recently had the pleasure of working with a young man who upon arrival asked what the best way was to obtain the maximum amount of benefit from coming to talks. I replied ‘honesty’, but more importantly ‘honesty with oneself’.

I have seen time and time again people coming to meetings and professing that they are sincere seekers and are looking to wake up from the dream. Upon closer examination you will always see an underlying issue. Whether it is a financial issue, relationship, family, or any number of issues. This is the real heart of the matter and to use Rumi’s parlance: ‘The wound’.

However, rather than seeing that this is the beginning of the path, many try to obscure it or avoid it by saying that they are in fact seeking. This is spiritual bypassing - that not wanting to deal with the immediate and most pressing issue. This contracted energy that, unless dealt with will be totally unmoved by any number of meetings, watching videos or reading books. It is not until the issue is acknowledged that progress can be made.

Why then do we try to avoid the blatantly obvious? A simple answer could be fear. Why are we so fearful to face that which scares us? When we are fully aware, as the popular saying states, “Everything you desire is on the other side of fear” or even “Feel the fear and do it anyway”

And yet for all of this many of us will never allow ourselves to truly meet that which scares us. We will instead opt for a dull numbing pain and discomfort in our lives instead of putting our stories down.

Why is this so? I can only imagine that the story has had such time and energy invested into it that we are loathe to put it down. It has provided us with security, status, and a sense of worth. Why then would we want to upset the status quo and let it go. Instead, we see our fear as a small price to pay to keep things the way they are. Yes, we are fully aware that the current situation is not ideal, but what is the alternative? Can we loosen the stories grip on our lives and see it isn’t real and as such can be put down?

This is where self-enquiry and contemplation comes into its own. By questioning whether what we believe is real we can start a process of change. Baby steps inwards which can, over a period let us see that that which holds us back is not in fact real. By allowing our natural way of being to dictate the pace, we can find that insight, understanding and clarity can come to us as and how we deepen in our understanding of who we are.

The effects of this self-enquiry are cumulative, and we find it naturally brings up within us a radical and ruthless honesty as we start getting “real” with ourselves. This momentum allows us to continue the inward journey and drop more and more of what we are not. Glimpsing our natural state, we see the illusory nature of the story and the minds attempt to keep us in a dualistic state. We are able then to let the story go or put it aside. Seeing that it is just here to help us navigate through this illusory existence called life. Like any good story that we read, we can engage with it as much or as little as we choose. And that furthermore the story appears in this play of consciousness and is not everything but merely an aspect of our reality.

Slowly but surely its impact on who we truly are is minimised and we accept our natural way of being; a way of acceptance and radical honesty.

Being Comfortable with Being Uncomfortable

Enquiry by its very nature means to step out of our comfort zone. To look beyond or prior to the status quo.

As such, sometimes it can be extremely uncomfortable and at this point we are presented with a choice. Forge ahead or retreat. Conditioned responses are such that many of us choose to retreat right at the moment where just allowing ourselves to feel truly uncomfortable would mean the feeling would simply disappear or transform into another feeling. What keeps many of us from really feeling is that we do not like to feel uncomfortable for any length of time such is our conditioning and coupled with an inability to sit with anything for any length of time, due to a twenty-four seven culture which tells us to keep moving. Makes being present with our feelings nigh on impossible.

It was uncomfortable and yet sitting with it and being fully present to it,

she witnessed it transform and stated she felt, “Everything was love”.

An attendee of talks recently narrated a story to me in which confronted by an overwhelming sense of fear instead of retreating as her conditioned responses would have dictated, she chose Instead chose to sit fully with the fear. It was uncomfortable and yet sitting with it and being fully present to it, she witnessed it transform and stated she felt, “Everything was love”.

In that meeting, emotion fully and eliminating the barrier, the duality that exists between the experience and the experiencer ends separation. The search is no more. What then is experienced is being experienced by no one and yet words such as, everything was love, or it is all one, can arise. Seemingly as a witness and a reminder and yet no trace of a witness or reminder remains. If at all there ever was one. In this singularity the purpose of why everything exists make perfect sense and an acceptance occurs. In which comfortable or uncomfortable thoughts, feelings and emotions are simply accepted as life happening as is.

The emotional charge we experience dissipates and the play of life is seen as simply that. A play. The ebb and flow of life continues. Emotions come and go and yet there is an equanimity. A oneness with all things. How could there not be. For how could you be separate from the very thing you seek?