This morning, a beautiful offering from Jean Klein – Silence. It’s another gem from my mother’s folder. You may be familiar with it – it’s somewhat of a classic, but if you’re like me you’ll never tire of its wisdom-blessing.
Since every line is a meditation, I have taken some liberty with the formatting.
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Silence is our real nature. What we are, fundamentally, is only silence.
Silence is free from beginning and end. It was before the beginning of all things.
It is causeless. Its greatness lies in the fact that it simply is.
In silence all objects have their home ground.
It is the light that gives objects their shape and form.
All movement, all activity is harmonized by silence.
Silence has no opposite in noise.
It is beyond positive and negative.
Silence dissolves all objects.
It is not related to any counterpart which belongs to the mind. Silence has nothing to do with mind.
It cannot be defined but it can be felt directly because it is our nearness.
Silence is freedom without restriction or center.
It is our wholeness, neither inside nor outside the body.
Silence is joyful, not pleasurable. It is not psychological. It is feeling without a feeler.
Silence needs no intermediary.
Silence is holy. It is healing.
There is no fear in silence.
Silence is autonomous like love and beauty. It is untouched by time.
Silence is meditation, free from any intention, free from anyone who meditates.
Silence is the absence of oneself. Or rather, silence is the absence of absence.
Sound which comes from silence is music. All activity is creative when it comes from silence. It is constantly a new beginning.
Silence precedes speech and poetry and music and all art.
Silence is the home ground of all creative activity. What is truly creative is the word, is Truth.
Silence is the Word. Silence is Truth.
The one established in silence lives in constant offering, in prayer without asking, in thankfulness, in continual love.
– Jean Klein
This short biography of Dr Jean Klein by Andrew Rawlinson is an excellent introduction to an extraordinary sage. [pdf]
Image – anonymous Hindu Tantric painting, Rajasthan, India.
Made using tempera, gouache, and watercolor on salvaged papers, these paintings from Rajasthan form a distinct lexicon dating back to the 17th century. They were/are used to awaken heightened states of consciousness. They are not produced for commercial purposes, but simply pinned up on the wall for use in private meditation.
See Franck André Jamme’s stunning book: Tantra Song: Tantric Painting from Rajasthan
silence stillness simplicity serenity solitude
this unlit light 
Excellent formatting!
Thank you Bob … the lines just seemed to want some space around them. They are such beautiful little clusters of praise!
I found a poem in your side-bar:
silence is our real nature
on saving your own life-
a duet of paradox and praise
the primary fact:
you are the light of the world
questions about angels
renounce
the primordial call:
the altar of this moment
you are the sun in drag
You have the eye of a poet Nina! I love your ‘found’ poems – thank you for turning my eye towards them. Delight. 🙂
And this one 🙂
a luminous mélange,
demystifying the myths
echoes from emptiness
expressing the inexpressible
grace and gratefulness
the ultimate alchemy
in wideawake women
Perfect – it could almost be a mission statement for the site! Except I wouldn’t want to exclude our wideawake brothers … 🙂
I have had Tantra Song on my dog-eared list of books to buy for a couple of years now, so thanks for the reminder to do something about it ML.
I do hope the vertigo-like experiences have abated? H ❤
Hariod I’ll be very surprised if you don’t cherish this book as much as I do. ⭐
Thank you for asking about the vertigo – it appears I left it at the hospital. It can stay there. I am a dangerously well woman again. ❤
The experience of Silence says it all. Thank you for ‘ringing the bell.’