Towards the Silent Heart

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Enchanting Moments Alone

Kitchen Table Philosopher Joseph Raffa contemplates the still moments that arise to embrace the heart when we seek out quiet times in nature.

Where the surging water ripples and flows

Over the scattered mass of boulders

Spread across the earth

In jumbled disarray

 

Here, far away from the grasping hands

Of a time ridden civilisation,

Sheltered by a surround of tree-covered hills

The placid beat of a loving nature

Softly swirls over the landscape.

 

Soft winds warmed by the sun

Drift in and out of shadowy cover

Caressing gently into movement

Massed branches of green coloured leaves.

 

‘Tis enchantment indeed how the sound of the wind

Blends in with bird calls

And with the incessant chirps

Of a busy insect chorus.

 

Perfume, set adrift by love

Flows from brightly coloured flowers.

A heady, sweet scented aroma

An irresistible lure

Inviting fertilisation.

 

The delightful sounds of water in a hurry

Bubbling, swirling, gurgling

Its watery way

Over, around and between

Trees and upthrust boulders.

 

Where the dampness

Spreads its moistured carpet,

There, the mosses thrive and grow

Softly yielding beneath the naked feet.

 

To sit on a boulder and listen

To the play

Of nature’s musical instruments

Is sheer delight.

 

 

Memories of crowded cities fade

The discordant sounds of production machines

Do not intrude

And the competitive world

Of striving humans

Is temporarily forgotten.

 

The spirit of a loving nature

Advances slowly, into the heart,

Bypassing the mind

And its urgent need to reason.

 

The vista of growing plants,

The surround of unspoilt nature

Stirs a latent sensitivity, deep within.

Silenced by the wonder

The mind is deeply stilled.

 

And out of the heart

A great love comes a-creeping

Caressing, soothing, all embracing

 

The sights and sounds of nature

Vanish mysteriously

Into the depths of love

For a fleeting, delicate moment

Of sheer enchantment.

 

Joseph’s collected spiritual writing is now available in a series of books from Amazon.com and other online retailers.

You might like to try Beside Still Waters. This beautiful collection of essays touches on the universal search for meaning and inspires readers to reach out for the still waters of the spirit.

The human heart longs for peace and harmony. It seeks a restful haven from the relentless busyness of everyday life, drawing us to spend tranquil moments in natural surrounds that offer a brief respite from the hustle and bustle. There is a state of inner stillness, when the endless chatter of the mind has ceased, that a deeper understanding arises. These are the ‘still waters’ that bring new life to mankind, that lay claim to the heart and redirect the mind. These are the waters of peace, love and true togetherness that lift us up to divine heights of being and living.

 

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The wind and the wave

Kitchen Table Philosopher Joseph Raffa says there can only be harmony of movement when wind and wave are in unison.

Self is not easy to deal with. It is not an enemy to be vanquished in battle. It is a motion like a wave on an ocean.

We are the wind that stirs the wave into being. If we like the wave, the way of it, what it does – all is well.  There is no problem.

But if it displeases us, why then, we turn away, or rearrange, discipline or try to change till in our eyes we approve of what we see.

Strange is it not, that the wind that stirs the wave loses touch and lets the wave run free to do what it will, then disapproves of its own creation.

We produce many wavelets of moods, actions, thoughts and feelings that displease us.

Are we then so helpless – we, the wind that stirs the waves into being that we have to cry help to deal with our own waves?

Why does the wave become such a problem when it laps on the shores of time, flowing where it will? Has the wind lost control?

Such agitation transmitted from wind to wave. Surely the wave is the outcome of the variable force of the wind.

Work on the wave if you will;  ignore the wind and the part it plays. Instability will continue to surface.

The wind too must come to order. Only when wind and wave are in unison is there harmony of movement.

Then the wave sparkles in the sunshine, reflecting the light that shines from within.

And the wind?  Well, it’s happy with the outcome.

Joseph’s collected spiritual writing is now available in a series of books from Amazon.com and other online retailers.