Silence
“Let me sit here,
on the threshold
of two worlds,
Lost in the eloquence
of silence.”
—Rumi
The Field of Love
“Out beyond ideas
of wrongdoing
and rightdoing,
there is a field.
I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down
in that grass,
the world is too full
to talk about.
Ideas, language,
even the phrase
“each other”
doesn’t make any sense.
The breeze at dawn
has secrets to tell you.
Don’t go back to sleep.
You must ask for what
you really want.
Don’t go back to sleep.
People are going
back and forth
across the doorsill
where the two worlds
touch.
The door is round
and open.
Don’t go back to sleep.”
— Rumi
what will you become when you discover Stillness
will you be an artist in love with his painting
absorbed into the scene, transported?
All of a sudden soaring as the eagle, diving as the dew drop to the earth.
absorbed
blissfully in love.
by Shift Shaper
Turiya
I’m cruising through the milky way
My headlights burning bright
Leaving tracks across the galaxy
And stardust in the night.
I’m shooting through a bubbling sea
Of stars and space and time
And roaring ’round the Universe
With nothing on my mind.
My craft throws flames and jet spray
Bursting flashes in the sky
Washing white the soundless borders
Of great floating nebulae.
And I feel an awesome power
And hear great melodic strains
As I bank against the farthest light
And head back home again.
Oh! to trip the light fantastic
Past the charted realms of man
Is to drink the draughts of ecstasy
And to see a greater Plan
Which guides the hand of destiny,
Illuminates the skies,
Gives thrust to our trajectory,
And validates our lives.
Felix Bliss
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
The Road Not Taken – BY ROBERT FROST
“ Two roads diverged in a wood, and I –
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.”
Waiting for the Hour
I’m going to wait for the witching hour
When all around me is full of power
When the stars are shining bright
When the moon is hanging just right
I’m going to wait for the witching hour
Before I step out tonight,
Standing in the darkness, beside the firelight
Dancing and chanting
In the midnight hours
I’m going to wait for the witching hour
Set my spell alight
Gathering power around me,
Dancing in the light
Will you wake in the midnight hours
Will you stare into the night
Will you feel my power,
look with second sight
See the light dancing,
Romancing the power right
See it climb into the heavens
Become a beacon of light
Will it touch you
Will it hold you
Will it do all the things I told you,
In the midnight hours, tonight
We’ll be witching all right.
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