BEYOND SILENCE

BEYOND SILENCE

The brook’s never dumb
Yet it’s voice is often drowned
By our babbling

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The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

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Posted on April 6, 2016, in Wee Poems and tagged Quiet mind, Rigpa, Silence. Bookmark the permalink. 7 Comments.

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silentlyheardonce | April 8, 2016 at 9:11 PM

Okay I smile. Because now I’m listening with my mouth closed.

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- Ben Naga | April 9, 2016 at 12:01 PM
  
  Perhaps staying dumb isn’t being dumb after all. 🙂
  
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  - silentlyheardonce | April 9, 2016 at 12:53 PM
    
    No it’s not. During my real introverted days when I just smiled, people always thought I wasn’t that bright. But I heard everything.
    
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  - Ben Naga | April 9, 2016 at 1:18 PM
    
    We rarely learn that much while our lips are moving and we aren’t even listening.
    
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  - silentlyheardonce | April 9, 2016 at 2:39 PM
    
    I know. I talk too much these days. More out of stress and nervous energy.
    
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  - Ben Naga | April 9, 2016 at 3:15 PM
    
    Once again mindfulness is the answer. 🙂
    
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