Sometimes we have to step back from what we are doing, from what we are so busy with every day, every hour. It is necessary to take the time to enjoy the silence, or the writing and wisdom of others in order to fill up the void which living life leaves.
If we neglect the replenishment of our inner being and the strengthening of our core, we run the risk of becoming empty vessels without substance. We become like robots going through the daily motions without questioning or pausing to unravel life’s fascinating mysteries, and to understand our higher calling.
The simple act of withdrawing into yourself for a few minutes, or sitting alone in silence without talking, listening to the whisper of your inner voice guiding you on your way, will energise and lift your spirit.
Come away from social media for a while. Set your blogging aside for a spell. Stop talking for a few minutes and just listen. Quiet your mind and refrain from seeking company. Learn to be comfortable with your silence, with being alone.
Wisdom and inspiration flow from a quiet spring, not from the roaring white waters that are the thoughts occupying your mind. It is within your power to be still, to halt the flow of incessant noise, voice and thoughts.
In that silence, you will find comfort, calm and serenity.
I have withdrawn from posting on Facebook and Twitter for a while to concentrate on my writing. In felt the need to listen and watch for inspiration quietly entering the space so occupied by social media. I am happy that I made the choice not to become so blocked by what’s out there that I am in danger of losing the precious wisdom of what’s in here.
I intend to proceed on my road of silence for a while.
This entry was posted on August 13, 2016, in Wisdom and tagged soul, whispers of the heart, love, rachelle du bois, wisdom, greatness, advancing, becoming, being, growth, silence, beauty, choice, discover.
Open your mind and set your imagination free. There is no reason to limit what can be imagined. In setting it free you open the floodgates of unlimited possibilities. Now start living them as they come into being.
You can do that if you listen to your heart.
There is such freedom in not knowing. Why force the gifts I am showered with daily? I asked, I let go and live NOW, in the present. I will not waste my energy on sighing for tomorrow. It may never come, but now, now is here, right in this moment. I choose to live with joy, excitement, laughter and fun right now. I become a child again, eagerly finding the wonder in small things, living fully in each moment, accepting the miracles raining down. And not knowing what to expect.
I hold on to this moment and the possibilities are endless. No need to chase, push, convince. I asked and it is done. I live life and love NOW.
Autumn in South Africa is a beautiful season. The days are shorter, filled with light that hurts the eyes. The swallows have long since embarked on their long journey to warmer climes, and their departure left us with the warning to expect an early and cold winter.
I am filled with wonder at the beauty of the clear blue sky. There are white clouds slowly drifting along until later in the day when the breeze becomes stronger, and turns into a willful child scattering multi-colored leaves across the road and into doorways.
There is a sense of waiting; a lingering timelessness in the days, as if listening in silence for signs of approaching winter.
I am also filled with sadness for another season gone, another life slipping into forgetfulness as slowly as the clouds in the silent sky. And when I turn to look, it is gone, leaving only vague longing and lovely memories.
I am bound to the here and now, to this moment where I am all I’m ever going to be. And I’m filled with joy at the prospect of reaching out for all there is. Because I am a part of the whole, the completeness of creation with its vast and unfathomable richness.
Awe at the magnitude of all that fills and surround me force me to joyously acknowledge: We are indeed one with the great universal mind and all there is.
I need only to reach out and claim it to love life and live fully.
Does it upset you to see time slipping by? The moments turn to seconds to minutes to hours to days to weeks to months to years . . . We are amazed and turn to one another to ask: where has time gone? And we race into the next year for the madness to start all over again.
Do you sometimes wonder if it could be different? That you could hold on to time and make it stop? Those are the occasions when you spend a precious hour with a beloved or, hopefully, allow yourself some space to breathe and just be. Those are treasured moments; cherished and remembered with love.
I came upon this beautiful piece written by Gautama Budha:
This existence of ours is as transient as autumn clouds.
To watch the birth and death of beings are like looking at the movements of a dance.
A lifetime is like a flash of lightning in the sky,
Rushing by like a torrent down a steep mountain.
“We are travelers on a cosmic journey – stardust, swirling and dancing in the eddies and whirlpools of infinity. Life is eternal. But the expressions of life are ephemeral, momentary, transient,” says Deepak Chopra in his wonderful book The Seven Spiritual Laws of Success.
Why then do we worry about time if we can live fully now, this moment? If we know that this moment is ours to fill with expressions of whatever we find to be precious and wonderful? That we don’t have forever because yesterday is gone, a mere memory, tomorrow may never come. That today is a PRESENT.
May love fill you to the brim, may your cup run over to fill those of others, may you be so blessed right now, this moment, that your spirit soars to take you higher than you’ve ever been. So that you can see what you have is only the present, now.
I am the highest wisdom. That is my daily affirmation, because that is what I aspire to, what I want to become.
In that spirit, I want to reflect and share with you, some of the most beautiful poems full of wisdom. Carry it in your heart, keep reflecting on it, and wisdom will find you.
DO NOT STAND AT MY GRAVE AND WEEP
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am in a thousand winds that blow,
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain,
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am in the morning hush,
I am in the graceful rush
of beautiful birds in circling flight,
I am the star shine of the night.
I am in the flowers that bloom,
I am in a quiet room.
I am in the birds that sing.
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there. I do not die.
Mary Elizabeth Frye, 1932
This World is not Conclusion.
A Species stands beyond –
Invisible, as Music –
But positive, as Sound –
It beckons, and it baffles –
Philosophy – don’t know –
And through a Riddle, at the last –
Sagacity, must go –
To guess it, puzzles scholars –
To gain it, Men have borne
Contempt of Generations
And Crucifixion, shown –
Faith slips – and laughs, and rallies –
Blushes, if any see –
Plucks at a twig of Evidence-
And asks a Vane, the way –
Much Gesture, from the Pulpit –
Strong Hallelujahs roll –
Narcotics cannot still the Tooth
That nibbles at the soul –
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
W E Henley
AFTER A WHILE
After a while you learn the subtle
difference between holding a hand and
chaining a soul
And you learn that love doesn’t mean
leaning and that company doesn’t mean
And you begin to learn that kisses
aren’t contracts and presents aren’t
And you begin to accept your defeats
with your head up and your eyes open,
with the grace of an adult, not the grief
of a child
And you learn to build your own roads
on today, because tomorrow’s ground
is too uncertain for plans
After a while you learn that even sunshine
burns if you get too much
so plant your own garden
and decorate your own soul
instead of waiting for someone
to bring you flowers
and you learn that you really can endure …
that you really are strong
And you really have worth