Sunday, 18 January 2015
return to silence
i listened to him--
his words,
like clean pebbles,
tangible.
the tumult of the thunder squall
died outside
and a quiet crept into room,
snuggling close for warmth.
through a leak in the roof,
dripped rain water,
into a copper pot.
i listened to him--
his words,
like clean pebbles,
tangible.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pZs0NinlYVI
*****
P.S.: The above lines were scribbled in May, 2012 trying to describe something one had experienced then. Today one happened to listen to a talk by Papaji on youtube in which he gave clarity to that vague experience. The link to the talk is given above.
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Nice to see you back! At first I thought you were referring to your cute grandson :)
rk, it refers to everything. you might have listened to the talk i had linked. shed the body and mind. in fact, if you can shed the mind, the body drops by itself. imagine, if you please, you are not there. there is no seer, only the seen. you are like a white canvass on the wall. each sound is like a brush stroke on the canvass, the colours are as they are...true shades because the canvass is pure white.
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