Seeds Of Sanctity

Keep silent for the most part, and speak only when you must, and be brief.

-Epictetus

It is sad but true that in this day and age everything has to be a “problem.”  We live in a time of anxious demeanor because it is our manner of giving anxiety the opportunity to do what it does by creating a problem.  Anxiety is not something that is inflicted upon us with force from exterior elements.  We inflict it upon our own world and upon one another from within ourselves.

Sanctity in these modern days is prescribed with the meaning of having “no doubt,” as when the mind travels from one arena of anxiety to the next in which anxiety does not exist. And perhaps it may mean to lean upon God, to be without anxiety in the midst of anxiousness, so that the debris of doubt may be left for the next traveler to deal with.

In the sense of all that is fundamental—it boils down to the silencing of all contradicting distractions that border your being.  Spending a quality amount of time with silence helps to reconcile the contradictions within and around us.  And although they will always run rampant, these contradictions cease to be a problem, because the Man Upstairs is the only one who deserves our fullest attention in the depths of silence.

Contradictive conflicts have long existed within the soul of man.  Yet when man prefers evaluation to silence—conflict turns constant and carries no solidity to an insoluble situation.  We are in no way meant to resolve all contradictions but instead we must live with them and rise above them to heights where only internal solution sees them as the dimness of objective values in which they are, where they become trivial by comparison.

Silence, then, belongs to the substance of sanctity—in silence hope remains steady like a winter’s first snow while strength carries the weight of doubt away.

When silence used to surround me, I saw it as a problem—it was then that I could never escape my own mind to find silence.  Then came the day that silence, it ceased to be a problem, and I came to figure out that my mind must’ve influenced it all along.

Still though, I knew the problem would come back to the surface because the internal fruits of subjectivity and understanding would never be enough for my mind.   Silence is supposed to show us what is objective and concrete, and it does after awhile.

Silence is meant to be an intimate occasion with something far superior to this world, as beautiful as Being itself.  Silence is but a way that we may lean upon the sanctity of God’s silence in a deepened state of peace.

only in returning to me and resting will you be saved.  In quietness and confidence is your strength.

Isaiah 30 : 15

We are a society that puts words between our true selves and things.  In most cases even God has become just another abstract reality in a land of language that no longer serves as a means of unity with reality. But it is through His Word and the writing of words that I fall into the silence that I seek to move forward with myself.

As I’ve said once before silence clears the air that was once filled with the smokescreen of a man’s mind and his thoughts.  In silence we will always stand face to face with the bare being of things, and still we find in the nakedness of reality that is easy to fear, that neither are a matter of anxiety or indignity.

The naked reality of these words should be considered as being clothed in the friendly fabric of silence, and this silence is very much linked to all that is love.  The world that words attempt to categorize and control will always sit tight with us, and it is in silence where I have learned to know my reality by respecting it where words have sometimes corrupted it.

When one has lived alone long enough with the new reality surrounding him—adoration of God alone will bring forth a few intriguing words from this silence, and this is the maternal material of Truth.

Words fall between stillness and silence—between the silence of distraction and the silence of our own being.  And in between the silence of the world and the silence of God, words will always fall upon our soul.  When we are truly content and have known the world in its silence, words we learn are not what separate us from the world, nor from God, nor from ourselves because we know not to trust certain language to contain reality.  But it is within the silent sanctuary of the Psalm we find hope in the sound of sanctified words.

If the Lord had not been my help, my soul would soon have lived in the land of silence.

Psalm 94 : 17

It is in stillness of the Psalm where we learn that truth rises in the silence of Being from the quiet tremors of His Word.  Then as we sink into silence again, the constricted truth of words pushes us down upon the silence of God.

Or rather He rises with a calm fury from the darkness of a moonlit sea, like a long lost treasure floating upon waves of words and when those waves of words recede—His brightness will forever be a light upon the golden shores of our being.

-BeLove


A Silent Voice

A true artist is not one who is inspired but one who inspires others.

-Salvador Dali

As I ramble deeper into this wilderness of solitude, the path clears itself like I have never before seen.  The goodness in all things—they come to appear as one.  All that was once so complicated gives way to the simplicity of an inner revelation.

I now see that it isn’t as hard as one would believe to find happiness in solitude.  It is in due time that the fruits of gratitude are gently harvested by the labors of loneliness.  However solitude isn’t for the faint of heart.  It is a heavy-duty heart that is vital to the sound of deafening silence.

In seclusion we must carry the knowledge of compassion for all humanity.  We must hold a reverent demeanor for the goodness in all Creation. And still be humbled by the goodness in our own soul.  How can we endure through extended silence if we do not see the goodness of God within all that we see?  And most important is what it is we see when we look within ourselves.  It is through our own folly that our darkness divides us against the light that God has placed delicate upon our soul to reflect His goodness and become witness to His mercy.

We do not have to run away from ourselves.  It is adequate enough to turn from the inner darkness and walk towards His light.  For this is how He has it planned for us.  It is the only way that we are truly going to find ourselves.  It is not how we have built ourselves through our own ignorance, but how He has made us in his wisdom and reshaped us in His boundless compassion.  For it is His Will that our body and soul shall be a Temple of His Spirit—that our lives should reflect the radiance of His love and our whole being will then repose silent in peace.  Then and only then, will silence speak to us through the grace of the Holy Spirit.

It is not speaking that disrupts silence, but the anxiety to be heard.  The words spoken by the brazen man impose silence on all others, so that his voice may be the only one heard.  The humbled man speaks, so that he may be spoken to.  The humbled man asks of nothing except for the charity of God—then he waits—listening.

Silence is tidied in the summing up of words that we all have lived for.  When we accept Christ—it is by the grace we hear through words of faith. Salvation is often reckoned in a silent prayer full of hope.  Though it is sooner or later, that shall come the time when we must confess God openly before men, and then before the Kingdom of Heaven and all fallen creatures upon this Earth.

If our life’s purpose is poured out in useless words, we will never hear anything.  We will never become anything.  And in the end because we have said everything before we had anything to say—we shall be left speechless at the moment of our greatest decision.

It is through disciplined silence that the final expression is accepted.  Silence is not an end in itself.  The life of silence fans away the smokescreen of words that man has laid down between his mind and things.  In silence we see face to face with the naked being of things.  And yet in the nakedness of reality—that which we fear—stands nothing to be ashamed.   For the solace found in silence is as peaceful as a Springtime morning.  The unity of silence is clad in the pleasant company of an unconditional Love for yourself.  It is in silence that God teaches us to know reality by respecting it where words often leave circumstance lost in translation.

Silence is demanded when awakening from a spiritual slumber.  The whole of our life is a prayer upon the deliverance of our last decision—the only decision that will ever matter.  We also pray with contemplation through silence.  Yet there is a creative thread that allows us to speak to others—tying us all together through collective prayer.

In speaking with graceful ease to others with compassion, we can help them see their way to their own decision.  It would be better yet, that we help them down their own path that leads to the Father and the Son.  In teaching them hope, our very words teach them a new silence—the silence of Resurrection. And in that silence their faith is formed and prepared so that they may speak of what they too have heard.  And the Word of God will then filter clean with divinity through the being of all lost souls.

I have believed, and so I spoke.

2 Corinthians 4 : 13

—BeLove