The Substance of the Soul

Silence is the substance of the soul. A primordial space of eternal quietude reigns. In the silence all things arise and disappear back into it. Holding on is the cosmic joke.

I have seen my life emerge from the silence and disappear back into it. It has not made me happy, but I am not here to be made happy. I am here to wake up from the dream that I have control over anything at all.

I try to make myself happy but it is a useless enterprise. Happiness is a by-product.

The earth is changing and so are we. Shall we fall back into the ooze of mechanical sleep or shall we sink consciously into everlasting peace?

Vicki Woodyard

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