Awakening sense

living silence

We're surrounded by a living silence like a second skin where the world's noise can't intrude. Each pore, each point is a portal to a new vastness. From there springs the voice of awakening, of real intuition. It's constantly informing us far beyond the whisperings of spirit guides or muses.

This silence is close as nightly voyages that plunge us into deep oceanic sleep. The unfathomable is there that ever renews us. Like sleeping submariners we travel there and find regeneration.

Daily we brush by this ever-present silence unnoticed in the haste of our waking sleep. We may rush by yet still it pervades every cell, thought, and heartbeat.

Gradually we become more conscious of awakening's treasure wreathed by this sheath of silence. Profound possibilities are held there; our hopes and dreams are pale reflections of inspirations and realizations it bears.

It's the medium through which only the real can pass and within which the illusory dissolves. Through it pass exchanges of love's glances, a give-and-take that feeds the flames of an awakening heart.

last train to nowhere

Along transformation's way our paths crisscross the timeless. It's like places where our tracks suddenly end. Imagine a train approaching a station abruptly vanishing and then, skipping over time, just as abruptly reappearing. 

The train looks the same but perhaps the seating arrangement is changed. Perhaps some other feature is different or the number of passengers is less.

There may be a similar encounter when one's world-mirror shatters, a similar vanishing point.  Entering and exiting the eye of this needle, this inner chamber, our footprints end then commence anew. 

Such renewal could be like exchanging a pencil for a ballpoint pen. Both leave a trace of our storyline behind, but one more fluid than the other.  

This chamber of transformation: would it not be here the spark of awakening is ignited? Here where awakening's silent tools leave no memories, beliefs, or misgivings.

Here where the known and the unknown meet leaving an undefined perfume. Leaving a trace of nostalgia for real homeland that in time sets the heart ablaze.

much ado about nothing

When the entire onion of ego-mind is peeled away is really nothing left? If so what a stark reminder of personality's ending. 

What keeps us going prior to such an abrupt end? Spurring us into action, each onion layer can be compared to an accumulation of impressions (see glossary).

Does this mean we're just a collection of onion peels? What a tearful outcome! Yet when all seems lost, when our world's mirror shatters, could there still be 'something?' Could the ego-life's emptiness be obscuring a vital living void? 

Might this be discovered through the fabled needle's eye, the portal of connection to awakening spirit? 

Intuition says yes; ego-mind clamors; the awakening heart accepts, is joyful, whatever the outcome. Let's journey on and find out.

  

golden needles

Some spiritual dilemmas: to over-relax is to collapse, to relapse; to over-exert creates new obstacles. What needle-threaded path lies between these two impasses? What golden-threaded needle can weave its way between them, unbinding them at the same time?

The answer, that no one else can supply, lies in each one's awakening pathway. It is like finding a treasure that the Awakening One is freely giving.