On Silence
Sacred silence.
In that space of slow air and small sound, sitting with eyes closed,
the world is sensed.
Tree turns, grass reaches, cloud lifts, breeze brushes.
Thoughts shift and slip, pulse and retreat.
Moss moves.
Blood pumps.
As the wind roars fiercely over peak, stillness remains.
Slow speech emerges, epochal mountain breath.
Stillness, born from silence.
What mystical virtue is this?
Connection.
An alliance with the verdant and the violet, the shadows and the shinings.
Entry to that shrouded inner chamber. That sacred
grove, divine temple, place of infinite devotion.
Church of the Earth, born of blood, bone, star.
The gate appears; its name
...
In a time, a world, where warlords attack with frenzied arrows,
tips dipped in fear, flying feathers of shame and pain,
battling for your beliefs,
silence is more than sanctuary, more than space.
Silence is sovereignty.
Silence is perspicuous.
Silence is luminous.
Silence is quiet because it offers distance from the
demands, and
peace from the
propaganda, and
respite from the cacophony of
commercialization.
Thoughts shift and tumble, pulse and retreat.
Moss moves.
Blood pumps.
Hawk leaves its nest, silent flight, strength and sight.
Owl coos, crow caws, language spoken, line unbroken.
Phantom Queen I feel you near, absent from noise, absent
from fear.
Battle Raven how still you are, how powerful your
silent dark.
Battle Fury we are at war with those that relish
control and gore.
Beloved Goddess sit close by!
Protect your children.
Bless them with the courage to surrender word and thought
as spear.
Soften their defenses and supply a supple,
elastic fortress.
Arm them with
the power,
the magnificence,
the resiliency,
the primacy.
Of silence.
“In order to hear the voice of God, one has to have silence in one’s soul and to keep silence; not a gloomy silence, but an interior silence; that is to say, recollection in God. ...God does not give Himself to a chattering soul which, like a drone in a beehive, buzzes around but gathers no honey. A talkative soul is empty inside. It lacks both the essential virtues and intimacy with God. A deeper interior life, one of gentle peace and of that silence where the Lord dwells, is quite out of the question. A soul that has never tasted the sweetness of inner silence is a restless spirit which disturbs the silence of others ...”