And you stand on that mountain overlooking a sandless desert, hearing three female voices while a man in white walks up towards you from a place without time.
It took a while for you to get there; and it takes a while for you to hear what is being sung to you. Step by step, the white-clad man draws nearer, a strong branch in his right hand to help him climb higher. He holds all time in his left hand. And in the fluorescent light of his eyes you read something vaguely familiar, something unsheltered and fierce.
You feel like a newly born, reaching out to these voices. How many steps does it require for you to grasp the words that are longing so hard to reach your ears and caress your heart? You know it takes just one false step to fall from this mountain.
“Dive into the infinite sandless desert!” a voice inside you commands. “That little river, crawling upwards, will carry you like a drop of rain returning to its source.”
You are on the point of answering this devastating command. But just before you do, you remember the last time you were thirsty, and how drops of water created an invisible thread connecting you with everything that is, enabling you to understand how God could create Heaven and Earth in an instant. It was not the first thing He created. It is what is being created all the time.
Some small stones lose the spot they had regarded as their home for centuries. A porcelain face draws near. The white cloth appears to be a dressing gown, nothing but a dressing gown, the name of an unknown hotel embossed on the left side, at breast height. Bare feet.
You have been warned about him. He throws his branch into Earth’s gaping wound. As it falls, the air becomes electric, making the three female voices stronger. He opens his arms and before you know, before you know it is happening, the two of you become entwined. One. He is huge. It is almost impossible to wrap your arms around his waist; you have difficulty balancing, but the moment your feet remember the holy ground you feel like a spring flower – rooted and ready to blossom.
His long grey hair is reaching out to your hands. Knowing that you grow younger with every breath you take in this position, he whispers something in your ear:
“Silence never moves.”
And: “Your heart: see what is happening within.”
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And you stand on that mountain overlooking a sandless desert, hearing three female voices while a man in white walks up towards you from a place without time.
It took a while for you to get there; and it takes a while for you to hear what is being sung to you. Step by step, the white-clad man draws nearer, a strong branch in his right hand to help him climb higher. He holds all time in his left hand. And in the fluorescent light of his eyes you read something vaguely familiar, something unsheltered and fierce.
You feel like a newly born, reaching out to these voices. How many steps does it require for you to grasp the words that are longing so hard to reach your ears and caress your heart? You know it takes just one false step to fall from this mountain.
“Dive into the infinite sandless desert!” a voice inside you commands. “That little river, crawling upwards, will carry you like a drop of rain returning to its source.”
You are on the point of answering this devastating command. But just before you do, you remember the last time you were thirsty, and how drops of water created an invisible thread connecting you with everything that is, enabling you to understand how God could create Heaven and Earth in an instant. It was not the first thing He created. It is what is being created all the time.
Some small stones lose the spot they had regarded as their home for centuries. A porcelain face draws near. The white cloth appears to be a dressing gown, nothing but a dressing gown, the name of an unknown hotel embossed on the left side, at breast height. Bare feet.
You have been warned about him. He throws his branch into Earth’s gaping wound. As it falls, the air becomes electric, making the three female voices stronger. He opens his arms and before you know, before you know it is happening, the two of you become entwined. One. He is huge. It is almost impossible to wrap your arms around his waist; you have difficulty balancing, but the moment your feet remember the holy ground you feel like a spring flower – rooted and ready to blossom.
His long grey hair is reaching out to your hands. Knowing that you grow younger with every breath you take in this position, he whispers something in your ear:
“Silence never moves.”
And: “Your heart: see what is happening within.”
And you look into your heart and you see a big bird hovering above an infinite sandless desert, searching for voices. And you open your eyes and see the bird. Big wings, strong feathers. It finds the three voices, which have gathered around a fire. The bird lands and decides to sit beside them. The weakest voice picks up the bird and throws it in the air.
The bird returns.
It is picked up again.
And directed to leave this place.
An order.
The bird returns.
Sometimes it is like this; sometimes something does not want to obey.
The three voices start singing. Something inside the bird moves. It hesitates. It is not in its nature to hesitate. A loud cry, the spreading of wings: the bird leaves. And tries to find its way in the air.
The fog between the three voices and you disappears. You hear what they were singing to the bird; you finally hear what it is the voices are trying to tell you:
“Here I am,
Here I am,
Waiting to hold you.”
The singing leaves you puzzled, like a new born:
Shall you stay in this tangle with the big white-clad man, or jump to get even closer to the voices? The man with fluorescent eyes whispers, very slowly:
“I am holding my mirror.”
And you hear how his words come home in you, beyond any horizon. Looking into the light of his eyes you remember again why you were warned about meeting him:
No step has to be taken.
No step is needed to hear the voices more fully.
And you speak without words.
And you walk without moving.
And you follow the three voices to their source.
You hold yourself close to the light of your heart.
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