The greatest mystery that eludes man and many beings from other worlds is the velvet veil of Supreme Silence
Friend; family foe and fiend alas foolishly feel and think that nothing exists within and behind the folds of the curtain of quietude
and that within and behind the fabric of solitude and serenity lies nothing beyond …..
Trapped within the limits of body, breath, mind, and beating heart all beings run topsy turvy and helter skelter to frantically avoid this seemingly empty space.
Many wait in the theater of worldly burden and disease for long million moments to try to see the curtains of Silence open; yet they feel disillusioned with the seeming Void. They exit the hall over and over, lifetime after lifetime and demand a refund ticket ….and redo ……
Others quickly peep through the curtain see nothing and also run and flee ……the theater …into the trappings of the world —hurried, distracted, restless, and reckless….
Yet those who sit patiently inside the auditorium and quietly to wait for the curtain to lift and part are privy to the greatest Secrets….for them, the theater wait was well worth their pay….they need not exit the hall ever again….
For those who wait for the Silent show to begin are the wisest of the wise….the most patient of impatience
Within the play and drama of Silence lies everything and nothing
Past present and future are all seen at once. The diadem of Truth is revealed and reveled upon….
There…in that cosmic catacomb of no time and space—- desire fails to arise and subside; likes and dislikes are forever shadowed; expectation and disappointment are forever cloaked; the tossing and turning of our unfulfilled hopes wishes and dreams are forever blanketed by the spreading sheets and comforter of silent sleep and eternal rest.
Such ones feel Silence to be their greatest friend while sound and surface vision and vanity to be their greatest enemy….
Within this infinite silence lies the voice, ears, eyes, taste, touch, and smell of the original Divine while the seemingly active din and bustle of our created world is like stiff hardened clay: cracked stiff lackluster heavy and hardened….
Those great ones who can bear the folly and fodder of this world while relishing the inner muteness revel in the paradox that this Divine muteness speaks; guides; listens and executes; rewards and punishes…comes and goes yet remains unbroken unshaken and unperturbed.
This great cosmic vacuum behind the veil of silence is never born; never created nor destroyed and reduced….
The soundless world is forever free boundless fathomless —-inconceivably grand and great
Going within we must all do: yesteryear, today or tomorrow or we will never feel complete; there will always be abandonment on this side of Silence’s staged partition.
Nothing, absolutely nothing, can satisfy us; no one can replace its glory, circumstances will forever circumscribe us in the illusion and delusion of matter …..
The wish fulfilling tree of silence with infinite branches, leaves, trunks, and roots is infinitely sprouting and growing to forever expand and multiply..,,
The fuming fires of silent Source is unendingly destroying, burning, uprooting, and shattering myriad innumerable worlds and creations for the ever new
This emollient of silence is the salve that constantly bathes nourishes and refreshes all with the lotion and potion of love and grace…. sustaining the stupendous drama of this world and countless other realms beyond our mind’s eyes and ears
To reach that Source we must part the curtain of mind…..
And draw the drapes wide
…,,,To reveal its miraculous power
There —-nothing is seen nor heard yet magically all is known from the seeming unknown.
Indeed the inner silence is golden; golden is the inner Silence
One peek behind the curtain into the silence is enough for countless lifetime performances,,,,,,,,