A digest for conscious living
Today was not a day for reflecting. I was not in the mood for the arduous task of thinking and intellectualizing about what is going on inside me. Although philosophy and explanation are a good and necessary part of my development, it is clear that any operations that can be put into words or thoughts or even feelings are peripheral. At the core of what my journey is about is Silence. It is what is left when I am able to listen to the sound of silence. It is not nothing; it is vibrating, shimmering, deafening, and pristine. It is not easy to hear, I must quiet the inner voice, that if left to itself speaks incessantly- categorizing, comparing, determining, and taking note and considering the significance of categorizing, comparing, determining…
Everything springs from Silence… Deep, dark, mysterious, complete…
“The Tao that can be told is not the eternal Tao.
The name that can be named is not the eternal name.
The nameless is the beginning of heaven and earth.
The named is the mother of ten thousand things.
Ever desireless, one can see the mystery.
Ever desiring, one can see the manifestations.
These two spring from the same source but differ in name;
This, appers as darkness.
Darkness within Darkness,
The gateway to all mystery.” – Lao Tsu