Pythagoras

Learn silence. With the quiet serenity of a meditative mind listen, absorb, transcribe, and transform.

Edgar Allan Poe

Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.

Rene Daumal

Last Letter to his Wife

I am dead because I lack desire,

I lack desire because I think I possess.

I think I possess because I do not try to give.

In trying to give, you see that you have nothing;

Seeing that you have nothing, you try to give of yourself;

Trying to give of yourself, you see that you are nothing:

Seeing that you are nothing, you desire to become;

In desiring to become, you begin to live.

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Skin of light

The skin of light enveloping this world lacks depth and I can actually see the black night of all these similar bodies beneath the trembling veil and light of myself it is this night that even the mask of the sun cannot hide from me I am the seer of night the auditor of silence for silence too is dressed in sonorous skin and each sense has its own night even as I do I am my own night I am the conceiver of non-being and of all its splendor I am the father of death she is its mother she whom I evoke from the perfect mirror of night i am the great inside-out man my words are a tunnel punched through silence I understand all disillusionment I destroy what I become I kill what I love.

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Daumal said to Lanza del Vasto in their Dialogue on Style.

He is looking for the "seed" from which the light is born, the silence that allows the Thing-to-be-said itself to be expressed, and this - then appears at the inmost core of oneself as a timeless certainty - known, recognized, and hoped for at the same time - a luminous point containing the immensity of the longing to be"...

Matila Ghyka

Nombre d'or

"Lorsque la puissance (divine) se fait un centre, elle cree un nouvel univers, microcosme, et tous les autres se deplacent pour gravier autour de lui".

"La forme est la loi en vertu de laquelle le motif se répété."

Statutes of the Carthusian Order

Book Two, The lay Monks, Silence, Chapter 14

God has led his servant into solitude to speak to his heart; but he alone who listens in silence hears the whisper of the gentle breeze that reveals the presence of the Lord. In the early stages of our Carthusian life, we may find silence a toilsome burden; however, if we are faithful, there will gradually be born within us of our silence itself something that will draw us on to still greater silence.

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Statutes 4.1

Our primary application of our vocation is to give ourselves to the silence and solitude of the cell. It is the holy ground, the area where God and his servant hold frequent conversations, as in between friends. There, the soul often unites itself to the Word of God, bride to the groom, the earth to the sky, man to the divine.

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Statutes 4.2

"...the habit of the tranquil listening of the heart which allows God to enter by all path and access."

Jan Skogstrom

The Stillpoint

Think about those moments when spirit and matter meet: At dawn and dusk, when day and night shift places; at birth, when the soul embodies; at death, when the soul leaves the physical form; in the pause between our breathing in and breathing out. Each of these has a stillpoint- the pause where the shift is made- the point of one-ness, of holiness. This is the point where love descends into human hearts. This is the point where the shift occurs in us, when we are able to see, hear, touch, taste, feel, sense the holy in everything

Jean Guitton

Livre: "L'absurde et le mystère", ce que j'ai dit a Francois Mitterrand"

Mais l'attente et l'écho se disposent dans quelque chose qui est plus beau que la parole et que nous appelons le silence. Et c'est le silence qui nous conduit vers ce qu'il y d'ineffable dans l'être.

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De nos jour, il n'est plus besoin de prophètes: le silence suffit.

William Blake

"Great things are done when men and mountains meet."

Khalil Gibran

But my greatest pain is not physical. There's something big in me... I've always known it and I can't get it out. It's a silent greater self, sitting watching a smaller somebody in me do all sorts of things

Suzuki

However deep one's knowledge of abstruse philosophy, it is like a piece of hair flying in the vastness of space; however important one's experience in things worldly, it is like a drop of water thrown into an unfathomable abyss.

Copyright Jan Machalek