Sunday, November 15, 2020

Creation and Destruction

 
Whatever is destroyed 
is built again 
in different shape or form.
We are always born 
of remnant thoughts, 
of lingering desires, 
forged anew in cosmic fire.

Life is a progressive, outward movement. It develops
like a flower blossom. From the bud, we can never
imagine its mature stage. In death, we go inwards.
Movement ceases. A time of rest and assimilation.

I am that space where
life goes forth in her myriad motions
and death recedes with quiet devotion.

Our origins are shrouded in mystery. Only deep
silence allows the mind to penetrate behind the
movement and the noise of the world. Here, we
may get a glimpse of our infinite existence.

That forbidden sphere
no human gaze can peer
but only speculate
about our birthplace,
lingering silence opened
a window into space
when I came to see
that never was I not,
and never will I not be.

When we awake to the realization that the events in our
lives reflect our minds, the world becomes a mirror for our
growth. We are no longer separate. We no longer blame
others or depend on others. Instead, we take responsibility
for what happens to us. This is how we become truly free.

There is no one outside
to blame or to fight
the world is within you
each person, each event
a facet of your self
that yet remains to be embraced.
go deeper than the surface
recognize the voice that whispers
“Wake up! Wake up!”

Silence is fulfilling, rich and full of wisdom. Let the world
go on with its activity. It is in moments of silence and
doing nothing that we withdraw into eternal time.

The soul holds stories of eternity
which it shares in moments of tranquility.

It is very easy to get entangled in life’s dramas, and
forget what we truly are. While the mind likes
complications, the spirit loves simplicity.

By Monica Timbal

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