God came to me in silence.
In solitude I have travelled far and long, not lonely and yet alone held by a silence like a child is held and protected by the womb of her mother.
On the edge of life in moments of deep despair, my only choice has been to give up upon my savage mind and the suffering, it carried along with my physical pain, and let myself fall into the palms of silence. Into the sacred
palms of life. It has been deep surrendering, each time on a level deeper into the depths of existence.
God came to me in silence. She removed the veil of illusion and revealed herself to me. In a gracious way she
came, when I needed her most, caught by my longing to arrive home. In a tender divine embrace she met me, she held me in a profound love so vast and auspicious, that I found myself giving my all to her.
I merged into her compassion and grace. No coming, no going. No beginning, no end. No pain, no prison of deluded beliefs. No questions and doubts, no judgement, no blame, no shame, no holding back what was meant to flow. What was broken became so softly mend. I
placed my heart in her shelter and knew, that I was never alone. Touched by the intimate taste of her life. Her breath. The sense of belonging. The sense of being home.
True medicine comes from stillness. In silence
we give space for God. We gives space for her divine touch, her sacred voice and the blessings of her love. In her embrace we heal our way back home. All the busy stories, we often allow to define who we are, vanish like waves in an ocean. We recognize our
true intimate nature beyond all.
Silence is my sacred anchor rooted in the core of my being. An always alert innermost presence within me, around me, close and yet far like the breath of God breathing through all.
Held by the depths of silence life turns into a spacious dance of wholeness. Humble threads of love, all woven together in a mystical unity without any hint of borders that separate, what is meant to be One.