Life … A Deep Bowing
“I closed my mouth and spoke to you in a thousand ways.”
A few months ago, in a meeting with Gangaji, we greeted each other in silence. And from that depth, a line from Rumi arose, "I closed my mouth and spoke to you in a thousand ways." From within a tender whisper, she replied, "Now I can hear." What an unforeseen transmission! This past week, in the inexplicable silent retreat at Fallen Leaf Lake, I heard and felt and received the endless finishing ...
now I can hear ...
... Love speak in a thousand ways and countless ways …
In the power of a waterfall, without warning, its sudden roar, Love's immeasurable force, strike and break open, "THIS is the power that lives you!" I can hear the sound of humility bow down ... down ... down ... I can hear the sober tones of relief.
In the bonfire of cremation, I can hear the sound of bones cracking in the white, orange, red incineration. I can hear the marrow of a dream and a dreamer lay down in the bed of fire, resting deep in the pyre; I can hear the sound of a soul whisper before its Master, "May I bow my head low enough ... perhaps?"
I can hear the unstruck sound of a gentle, cool breeze meet the center of heat, steam through a weak and helpless backbone, then capture and by its own internal breath, surrender the soul and set it free, as it rests in supreme relief on soaring wings of Nothing.
I can hear Home flying …
I can hear Home flying through endless black holes between stars. I can hear scintillating light in a smile, a sun rising in the heart of a soul waking.
I can hear a child crying in the night of every day. I can hear a heart, breaking beneath the weight of the choiceless demand to bear the unbearable. And I can hear willingness open and slip through what was never personal.
I can hear rest in peace in the deepest sense, as gentle tones and melodies support the supreme yoga of rest.
Here, I can hear what needs to be said before words appear and must be heard. I can hear the welcoming arms of Satsang.
Now I can hear with a silent ear the voice of the Master everywhere, "I am here ... always... in all ways ... here."
My Beloved Master, we are not two, you and I. And now I can listen as Silence, overhearing myself, a forgiving breeze that doesn't move while it turns away from its face and its creation.
And, now I cannot hear you disappear.
Resting in peace in the deepest sense, deep peace ... deep peace ... deep peace ... I can hear the fresh fragrances of integrity keep still, a supreme expression of devotion, I can hear absorption tingle and bliss spread beyond the Beyond.
I can hear Love's generosity and compassion kiss with a glimpse as It touches the weak and helpless.
In endless thousand ways, now I can hear...
Life ... a deep bowing
Copyright 2022 Linda Floan
