Memo from the Old Mans Garden Wordless

Wordless

Can you live for a day without words? Can you simply observe without the need to form thoughts and judgments? Can you sit for a day in the silence? Are you compelled to be busy- talking, watching television, listening to music, reading. Are all your waking hours filled to the maximum?? Are you driven to be busy all the time, occupied all the time, unable to simply be?

Then you are missing out, missing out on the most important reason for living. We are not meant to be under constant pressure to do. We are meant to receive, receive the love that is perpetually, eternally pouring down on us.

 

We can tap into this love by putting ourselves on pause. In an act of poustinia (stripping away everything that we believe to be important) we can become aware of our live on another level.

 

It is then that we become aware of love ever present. When we listen to the notes of the bird’s song, we hear a song of love- not a classification of the bird or its notes. When we see a flower, we see the essence of the flower, love,  not its name or its color or its shape. When we look out into the world we see hues of colors blended into a palette of beauty (love) displayed for our wondering enjoyment. When we share our presence with another in quietude and unexpectation we are awed with the love that is freely given to us every minute of every day. When we savor the food we eat, our taste buds explode with love. Our body responds with gratitude- love succors us. When we touch this place of holy love, every song on the radio becomes a message of love, every glance from another a ray of love, everything we experience an act of love.

In wordlessness, love is revealed.

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