Shhh... No More Words

One glimpse and I'm gone

This heart heaves

Silence enters

And I'm only ears again

This precious gift

Listening closely ...

Feeling sweetly ...

This nearness ... Your nearnesss

dumbfounds me into oblivion

The bubble explodes into the crash

of the Infinite Ocean ...

All here ... all now

This isYou ...

Let this be as it is.

. . .

Rumi says: "Don't hide. The sight of your face is a blessing."

We are constantly in flux and play in the manifested world. Yet this life we live, just as it is, is God playing, loving, enjoying through us ... in us ... around us ... as us.

We don't need to go too far to see it as the miraculous interplay between Creator and created. Everywhere we look ... God is in it ... God is it.

"The sight of your face is a blessing," Rumi whispers. God's face is the manifested world and every creature in it. This is it ... this is God in full bloom.

Take one breath ... close your eyes as you do ... open them again. Wherever you land ... God is here. It's this close ... it's this immediate ... it's this true and real.

Even before we look ... the very breath in as it's being breathed is God's sweet embrace. Do it ... feel it ... let its sweetness and directness be felt ... be seen ... be tasted. How delicate, how exquisite, how intensely and profoundly immediate. God is loving you as your very breath. Absolutely miraculous!

Stop for a moment. Examine this miracle closely... no, not with your thinking but with your heart. Examine this breath ... right now ... fall into your heart and simply feel the immediacy.

God is here ... "I am here" is whispering as the very breath as it breathes itself into existence.

William Blake said: "Eternity is in love with the works of time." There's no separation here ... being is becoming and becoming is being. And what are these works of time? Look around you ... look within you. This is it ... the miracle of creation is God's love in expression. You are this. I am this. We are all this ... there's only this ... already, always only this.

"No more words. Hear only the voice within." This is Rumi's invitation to leap into the Silence. And as you do, this Master of Silence whispers in the hushed tones of the lover and beloved ...

"Remember, as you sink into the Silence, remember, as you listen to the voice within, as you take all these initiations that this poem has given you, remember all the initiations of the deepest secrets and scrub them out, because they have taken you to the place where you can now plunge ... remember, remember, the first thing he said was, we are beyond words."

"Shh ... No more words.

Hear only the voice within."

Drenched to the Core

Rumi reminds us:
There's a moon inside every human being
Learn to be companions with it
Give more of your life to this listening.
As brightness is to time
so you are to the One who whispers
to the deep ear in your chest.
I should sell my tongue and buy a thousand ears
When that One steps near and begins to speak.
I should sell my tongue and buy a thousand ears
When that One steps near.

Every line ... no, every word of Rumi's absolutely drips with the liquid gold of Eternal Presence.

Intoxicated with Oneness, no word is wasted ... every word thrills to the resounding call ... even in the absence of the Beloved, especially in the absence, Rumi honours and celebrates the flood of Divine Presence. His celebratory outporings remind us that even our deepest separation is not devoid of Presence.

Rumi knows, that no matter where we roam, how far from God's immediate touch we may appear to be ... God is here. Nothing, absolutely nothing is left out of the equation. All and everything, and nothing itself are pointers and reminders that "He is here".

Feel the absence... He is here. Feel the connection ... He is here. Feel the longing ...He is here. Feel the Unity ... He is here.

This is the gift ... just as it is ... ordinary is extraordinary. Commonplace is unique. Finite is infinite. Emptiness is fullness.

We are all totally overwhelmed ... drenched to the core by/in this Presence. Yet so overwhelmed by It, most don't even notice it. Yet, It's always, already here ... right before our eyes. Our senses all celebrate Its touch ... what we hear, what we see, all that we smell, feel and taste ... Its only ever God delighting in us ... through us ... as us.
And Rumi knows this so acutely.

"I should sell my tongue and buy a thousand ears," knowing just how exquisite these whisperings are to the "deep ear in the chest".

And yet, it's all God ... how else to say it?

Stop ... Listen ... stop... really stop and listen ...
and God is whispering through all and everything ... outside and in.
Listen with "a thousand ears" and follow the whispering back Home ... You are already here absolutely drenched to the core.