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The loneliest
Perigrinator
Journeys
Inward
To the infinite
Empty,
Where nothing is
Remembered,
Where nothing is
Known,
Where all thought
Is absent.
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Is love
Whispering
“Return Beloved”,
Or does fear
Call, veiled
With a sweeter
Voice?
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Bear … 04.10.2015
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Definitely the latter!
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Yes that old chestnut Responsibility!
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Ooooh where is that place inside? Wish I could find it one day. So far, I think only the desert in South America would do the trick, but who knows, I may yet find it closer 🙂 Thanks for the images, Bear.
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Have you visited the Atacama? There was a catastrophic flood in March. Not so empty. Devastating Floods Hit Northern Chile http://www.theatlantic.com/photo/2015/04/devastating-floods-hit-northern-chile/390024/
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Oh my goodness that is awful :((( No we were in peru and the desert I’m thinking of are actually altiplanes at 2000+ metres of altitude, but also deserts below, only much further north than the atacama… but still, my goodness 😦
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I have only been to any parts of Peru vicariously …
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Oh it is a wonderful, amazing, incredible place. The closest to my soul I have ever been. I’ll write about it some day 🙂
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Fortunately the portal to emptiness is always everywhere. But usually there is too much going on … like caring for children, and all the incredible things happening all around and all the requirements to continue to live in th.is world., that keep us distracted.
I suspect you merge the infinite and the mundane in your way of being quite a bit. For example, you have children. What portals has that evolution opened? What access to internalized infinity does translating utilize? Perhaps you are already on that pilgrimage?
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Every encounter opens portals and the fortunate thing is that both translating and children’s are now known, so they continually introduce me to new things, but they are safe, reliable, wonderful. The silence inside is something very difficult for me to achieve, having failed all paths (meditation, prayer, what have you). I achieve it inside only when it’s overwhelmingly simple outside, so whenever I have no people around 🙂
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🙂 You actually have no people around, sometimes? When there are not also imperative tasks? Good for you. ❤
It is beautiful to keep up with responsibilities and to love and to create and appreciate. Those are all aspects of prayer. You, yourself, are the silence at the center of your life.
What happens if you exchange the mistaken word "failure" for the phrase "begun to practice"? Is it only words?
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Yes, true, words are important 🙂 I think the truth is I just got restless every time, finding it so easy to achieve the same peace by just going for a walk somewhere and trying to avoid people (you are right, it is very very difficult especially in supercrowded England!)
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