The writings emerge from Stillness. They are still in their natural flow, but they are life itself. They are an expression of non-spoken words, yet do convey a message. They are alive through the movement of the pen, yet the writer is secondary, part of the necessary tools to be a voice of stillness, that this writing really is. More like a symbiotic relationship between the world of noise and the one of stillness.
The writer becomes the tool and exists for that purpose : expression of stillness, paradoxically. In that fashion, stillness speaks, express in its own way, that what cannot be normally spoken.
The power of this stillness works through the fields of space, not through the words themselves, rather the space between the words. As such, it is the silence between the notes that speaks, not the music itself on its own.
I am spaceless and timeless, crossed the boundaries of the ring, went through it and discovered the silent stars. Noise and identity left behind, a new world arising where only the eyes remain, seeing all from every angle.
Yet not empty, it is the cradle of new life, free-chosen by intent of stillness, the force behind, within and beyond everything of this world. It encompasses all and creates all.
It is friends with the philosopher’s mind, inquiring, observing, searching and elaborating. As he nurtures the stillness foundations, touching the essence and bringing back packages of quantum quality to enhance the world of expression. It births newness, invents with eternal change, breaks down existing geometry and redesigns on a never-ending changing basis. It is moving, but not really, it appears like that, because it is life itself.
It has more power in the stillness of the reading, in the stillness of the writing. Listen carefully, do you hear ?
The writer becomes the tool and exists for that purpose : expression of stillness, paradoxically. In that fashion, stillness speaks, express in its own way, that what cannot be normally spoken.
The power of this stillness works through the fields of space, not through the words themselves, rather the space between the words. As such, it is the silence between the notes that speaks, not the music itself on its own.
I am spaceless and timeless, crossed the boundaries of the ring, went through it and discovered the silent stars. Noise and identity left behind, a new world arising where only the eyes remain, seeing all from every angle.
Yet not empty, it is the cradle of new life, free-chosen by intent of stillness, the force behind, within and beyond everything of this world. It encompasses all and creates all.
It is friends with the philosopher’s mind, inquiring, observing, searching and elaborating. As he nurtures the stillness foundations, touching the essence and bringing back packages of quantum quality to enhance the world of expression. It births newness, invents with eternal change, breaks down existing geometry and redesigns on a never-ending changing basis. It is moving, but not really, it appears like that, because it is life itself.
It has more power in the stillness of the reading, in the stillness of the writing. Listen carefully, do you hear ?
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