Please Listen

Pause, open, and listen to the glistening of existence,

Just as it is,

Everything,

Not doing or changing anything

Welcoming everything,

Without trying, you will begin to hear the silence between the sounds.

It's there.

Oh, so much is it there.

A silent symphony so breathtakingly beautiful that it is beyond words.

How could the sound vibrations your mind hears exist if it were not there?

It never interferes with the sound.

It is never affected by the sound.

Like a mother with infinite sacred delicacy holding her child for the first time,

In infinite wonder,

This silence holds the sound, caressing it in an infinite loving embrace,

A boundaryless embrace of love,

There is no edge between this parental silence and her infants of sounds in this place.

Though the mind cannot see it, so ignores it,

This sacred infinite silence is still there; nevertheless,

Regardless of this ignorance of the mind.

Everywhere. Nowhere, every time, no time.

Allow the child of the mind to conclude the possibility of this silent presence it cannot see but is aware of itself.

It is the ocean of love even now, caressing the vibrations of sound within.

As you realize this silence, you find your heart,

Open to hearing your heart.

Recognize your true heart.

For what you are recognizing is you.

This sacred infinite silence of love,

Is the parent of its beautiful child, the Universe.

Your silent heart holds sounds, of color, of sensation, of everything,

Like a mother holding her infant.

In sacred, silent, tender, relentless love for its creation.

Only you, this aware being, can recognize your heart.

Your child, the mind never stops searching, and it gets so tired,

But it can be open to this sacred recognition of its silent parent, that is you.

That is all we can ask of her in the fathomless pact between eternal love and the intensity of physical survival.

There is nothing to do, but as this child's mind only understands doing, we have to remind her of being.

As she rests in the love of being, she hears the sacred silence of beauty, love, and truth of her parent.

And how relieved is the child of the mind to find its parent?

How she falls to the ground with relief as her endless search for home ends.

How relieved is she to know she is safe,

Now, forever.

In the home of indestructible love, that is the heart source of creation itself.

How relieved,

Her gentle tears of relief are a sacred offering to her eternal parent.

And flow ceaselessly in gratitude.

Love

Freyja