The small child, wise, Charlie, in Barbara O'Conner's Wish..., speaking of her friend...
I sat on the steps for a while, not talking, watching Howard working on his puzzle. The thing about Howard was, you could be with him and talk or you could be with him and not talk. He liked you either way.
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'...the Son of God is in our face...'
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In a "New Yorker" cartoon appears two Zen monks, robbed and with shaved head, one old, one young. Sitting cross-legged, side-by-side on the floor. The younger with perplexed look. The older, turning toward him, says, "Nothing happens. This is it."
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D. H. Lawrence...
Thou Whom I do not know But Whose I am
I add... and
Whom I love Yes, for the less I know You The more I love You The more I love that you and that you and that you...
and...
The more the other becomes to me unknown, nothing The more she becomes to me the Thou You are, and she You and she to You and me, too
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Why are we humans afraid to sit without words? Just to be with each other? To feel the presences we are? Why do we fill our worship places with words? Why flee the Silence? Escape the Quiet? Are we afraid of the power and beauty of Love? I think so yes, it seems so
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Have you ever thought of what "nothing" is? No-thing. How do we enjoy nothing, the most precious, when we are constantly told that things will bring us the joy and love we most deeply long for? Yet, in a world of things, you are not a thing, I am not a thing, we are not a thing. Is anything really a thing, after all?
are we really nothing anything, at all yet, you appear to me as a something a somebody but, when I look into those eyes yes, gaze upon your countenance I see nothing is it Love yes, yes, I like that but isn't "love" a word, nothing so, I'll look look to see so, I'll listen listen to hear I'll be with it's enough, Now, to enjoy nothing with you, enjoy you what a joy, yes joy! the moment you become nothing to me and I, too, to you and the 'Son of God' I once sought you are to me and I you
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Rabindranath Tagore...
You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt for this I had been waiting long
