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    #3233 - Monday, July 21, 2008 - Editor: Gloria Lee Nonduality Highlights - http://groups.yahoo.com/group/NDhighlights In Silence By Thomas Merton (1915 - 1968)
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      #3233 - Monday, July 21, 2008 - Editor: Gloria Lee
      Nonduality Highlights
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      http://groups.yahoo.com/group/NDhighlights 
       
       
       
       
       

      In Silence

      By Thomas Merton
      (1915 - 1968)

      Be still.
      Listen to the stones of the wall.
      Be silent, they try
      to speak your

      name.
      Listen
      to the living walls.

      Who are you?
      Who
      are you? Whose
      silence are you?

      Who (be quiet)
      are you (as these stones
      are quiet). Do not
      think of what you are
      still less of
      what you may one day be.

      Rather
      be what you are (but who?)
      be the unthinkable one
      you do not know.

      O be still, while
      you are still alive,
      and all things live around you

      speaking (I do not hear)
      to your own being,
      speaking by the unknown
      that is in you and in themselves.

      “I will try, like them
      to be my own silence:
      and this is difficult. The whole
      world is secretly on fire. The stones
      burn, even the stones they burn me.
      How can a man be still or
      listen to all things burning?
      How can he dare to sit with them
      when all their silence is on fire?”

       

      1957

       
       

      / Photo by icelight /

      ...

      I love the questions that impregnate this poem.

      Be silent, they try
      to speak your

      name.


      Does your name have any inherent meaning?
      Are you your name?
      When people call your name, are they calling you, or some idea of you?
      If you are not your name, what is the purpose of a name?
      If you are not your name, what then do you call yourself?

      Listen
      to the living walls.

      Who are you?
      Who
      are you? Whose
      silence are you?


      This is more than a question, really, almost an insistent demand: Who are you? Who are you?

      But the question isn't tossed to the busy, thinking mind, which has a thousand quick answers. Merton insists on silence. Remove the background of environment, society, relationship, even thoughts about yourself. THEN ask the question, Who are you? WHO are you?

      Who (be quiet)
      are you (as these stones
      are quiet).


      In that open silence, the question shifts and morphs. WHAT are you?
      Perhaps you are someone else's dream...?
      Or someone else's silence...?
      Are you separate from the silence?
      Do you even exist in that emptiness?
      Have you simply imagined yourself?
      Can you re-imagine yourself?
      HOW would you re-imagine yourself?

      Rather
      be what you are (but who?)
      be the unthinkable one
      you do not know.


      Who (be quiet) are you?

      O be still, while
      you are still alive,
      and all things live around you

      speaking (I do not hear)
      to your own being,
      speaking by the unknown
      that is in you and in themselves.


      Merton suggests that there is a grand, universal dialog occurring all around us -- in that overlooked silence. Everything is alive, and flowing through that life is a silence, and that silence is speaking to us.

      You say you do not hear. But be silent, be quiet, be still. And you will realize that you are already part of the conversation.

      “I will try, like them
      to be my own silence:


      Yes! BE your own silence!

      To be filled with noise is to be distracted from you own self. To recognize your own silence, to be comfortable with it, to BE it -- that requires nothing less than to be at ease with your heart and to rest like royalty there.

      ...and this is difficult. The whole
      world is secretly on fire.


      The whole world burns with this stillness. There is a light and a dancing life hidden in the silence.

      How can a man be still or
      listen to all things burning?
      How can he dare to sit with them
      when all their silence is on fire?”


      And that silent fire can be overwhelming, frightening, for it consumes everything, including one's ego and one's name. So how can a man be still in the midst of such a conflagration?

      The bold dare the flames anyway...

      Ivan

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