We dream to walk and walk to dream...
In the land of Aubrac near the village of Aubrac...
... there's a modern sculpture...
... upon which these words are inscribed...
In silence and solitude one hears only the essential...
What is this essential thing, this essence? Is it God, Tao, Brahman, Allah, the Ineffable, the Inexpressible, The Universal Life Force, the World Spirit, Nature, Infinity, Eternity? Or is it the voice of my own nature, my own soul, my daimon or tutelary spirit?
One thing's for sure... The road goes on for ever...
Both and all, and more. All the options seem to be simply words we've invented for it.
ReplyDeleteThe divine within. I agree with Dominic.
ReplyDeleteYour photos, ahh. That curving road, that never ends.
Your posts always make me drop my shoulders, take a deep breath and rest for a few minutes. Thank you for that. And thank you for sharing you journey(s).
ReplyDeleteLovely and evocative, Robert. Best to keep all three axioms chiseled in our hearts.
ReplyDeleteSuch a beautiful walk--how could one not hear "the voice of one's own nature"?
ReplyDeleteYes, I suppose the question was to some extent a rhetorical one, and unanswerable — therefore much appreciation to Dominic and Ruth for such brilliant and pithy answers!
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading, Laura. Hope all is ok as I haven't heard from you for a while.
And thanks for your comments also, George and Susan...
I'm out here but have been in a silent-observer space. Still reading your posts regularly - to my benefit!
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely fantastic quote. Almost blog title-worthy!
ReplyDeleteA great quote, I agree, Goat. It had stuck in my mind from my first visit by here four and a half years ago.
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