"When you are aware of space, you are not really aware of anything, except awareness itself, the inner space of consciousness. Through you, the universe is becoming aware of itself! Just as space enables all things to exist and just as without silence there could be no sound, you would not exist without the vital formless dimension that is the essence of who you are." (Eckhart Tolle, A New Earth)
Oh Stillness, my friend.
How long has it been?
Since last we sat together,
since last we embraced?
Funny, how we haven't visited in so long.
And yet, somehow, I believe
you've always been there for me.
Funny, how I suddenly find you
in the times when I need you most:
when all the friends,
when all the lovers,
when all the thoughts,
when all the prayers,
have died away,
have left me alone (and empty).
And then I remember your gift:
the one I had left unopened,
(for this particular rainy day? perhaps),
in the back closet of my mind
(behind the glittering distractions,
the cluttered library storehouse).
Only in the pauses do I ever remember the gift.
and, each time, I open it anew--
with sweet, birthday girl anticipation.
So exciting--What will it be time?
Ah yes. . . Sweet, rapturous silence.
The only gift you have ever given me.
The only words you have ever spoken.
Thank you, my constant, closest friend.