Inner Voice
The Inner Voice speaks not in words but in the wordless language of the heart. It is like an oracle who only speaks the truth. If it had a face, it would be like the face at the center of this card – alert, watchful, and able to accept both the dark and the light, symbolized by the two hands holding the crystal. The crystal itself represents the clarity that comes from transcending all dualities.
The Inner Voice can also be playful, as it dives deep into the emotions and emerges again to soar towards the sky, like two dolphins dancing in the waters of life. It is connected with the cosmos, through the crescent-moon crown, and the earth, as represented by the green leaves on the figure’s kimono.
There are times in our lives when too many voices seem to be pulling us this way and that. Our very confusion in such situations is a reminder to seek silence and centering within. Only then are we able to hear our truth.
Osho’s Teachings
If you have found your truth within yourself there is nothing more in this whole existence to find. Truth is functioning through you. When you open your eyes, it is truth opening his eyes. When you close your eyes, it is truth who is closing its eyes.
This is a tremendous meditation. If you can simply understand the device, you don’t have to do anything; whatever you are doing is being done by truth. You are walking, it is truth; you are sleeping, it is truth resting; you are speaking, it is truth speaking; you are silent, it is truth that is silent.
This is one of the most simple meditation techniques. Slowly, slowly everything settles by this simple formula, and then there is no need for the technique. When you are cured, you throw away the meditation, you throw away the medicine. Then you live as truth – alive, radiant, contented, blissful, a song unto yourself. Your whole life becomes a prayer without any words, or better to say a prayerfulness, a grace, a beauty which does not belong to our mundane world, a ray of light coming from the beyond into the darkness of our world.
Osho The Great Zen Master Ta Hui Chapter 23
A coat of quotes and passing poetry
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Knock knock knocking to adore.
I’d wrap a rhyme into a song obscured.
Singing vision, crooning ever-glow.
Like a breath of fresh air, ascending the shared tapestry of inner-most cores and care.
Intimacy the journey in repair. Words for paradigm mentioned to dimensional fare.
Fair and farther still. Adorable is ringing, outstanding still I await.
If I translated the falling of rain, the patter would still just be beats to a letter, affection in remain and again in the latter.
The simple resamples into a mystery until the complex begins to unravel.
To avail and travail, a surge emerges travelled within.
Profound in itself, a beacon in the light of another.
To drop the word, and pick up the spotlight.
A door creaks only momentarily keyed to groove.
To delight in your sunshine.
An evening to aid the odd ode in serenade.
Good evenings’ to remember, the dawn in the yawn, to dance instead.
The golden light in your magic hours in glimpse.
And since.
"Knock knock adore | Adorable ringing