I listen but I don’t know
If what I listen is silence
Or god
(…)
Sophia de Mello Breyner
I listen but I don’t know
If what I listen is silence
Or god
(…)
Sophia de Mello Breyner
– What if the invitation is simply to stay, be with me in silence?
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With me… Known? Unknown?
Me, indistinct. Someone who invites you…
Perhaps in the discovery of something… greater? different? unique? surprising?…
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– What if the invitation is simply to respond lightly to this simple and perhaps common challenge?
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Do you accept?
Do you venture?
Do you risk ?
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– Do you allow (yourself)?
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Beyond any logic or motivation, here I am available to be with you, to share, to discover.
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Has life a justification for every event?
Is there a formula for each existence, feeling, action?
Is there a formula for each life?
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I challenge you to discover for yourself what you can find in surrendering to this simplicity of staying, being with me in silence.
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Beyond fears, beyond expectation, beyond prejudice.
With Me In Silence.
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– Do you let yourself be invited?
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https://www.ompoint.org/events/with-me-in-silence/
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The Amazement.
Blessed is the future where we will be amazed at not knowing what to think…
If you can keep your head when all around you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise: If you can dream—and not make dreams your master; If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools: If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run... (...) Rudyard Kipling
Gratefulness.
Architectures
Space
What is the first virtue?
Humility.
What’s the second?
Humility.
What’s the third? Humility.
Whenever I get asked the same question,
I will give you the same answer.
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Saint Agustine
Presence.