Hesychia

There are many qualities of silence... There's the awkward silences, the uncomfortable silences ... and then, there's a silence of unconditional presence and spacious regard, the possibility of anything happening.

( Mike Morrell)

Despite all

that moves without,

with its noise,

its urgency,

its endless calling.

Despite,

the loudness,

that keeps us

uneasy,

distracted,

separate,

searching,

thinking,

Deep within,

there is a space.

Deep within,

there is a stillness.

Older than sound.

A quietness

that does not resist the world,

yet is untouched by it.

Hesychia

The inner calm

that gathers what is scattered.

The silence

that restores unity.

The peace

from which clarity is born.

In this stillness,

we do not escape life,

we enter it more fully.

Here,

we contemplate.

Here,

we pray.

Here,

we commune.

with the Great Mystery,

without words.

From the heart,

we learn to tend our thoughts.

From the heart,

we loosen the grip of passion.

From the heart,

we embody quietness without force.

It is from the heart

that we open

ourselves

to simply be,

without striving,

without fixing,

without doing.

When the heart

opens

to this silence,

the passions

rest,

the mind

softens,

the soul begins

to ascend

not by effort,

but by release.

This is the ladder

within,

not climbed

by ambition,

but

by surrender.

A gentle rising

from noise

to stillness,

from fragmentation

to wholeness,

from self

to Self.

Dispassionate

surrender

of all

that we think

we are

into

the One.

Not to disappear,

but to remember.

To be One.

To rest as One.

To know,

in silence,

that we have

never

been apart.

Hesychia

the prayer

beneath prayer,

the silence

beneath thought,

the peace

that remains

when

everything

else

falls

quiet.

Yo lo Creo/

I believe, and so it is