Stillness

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Zeit der Stille 
Zeit ohne äussere Betriebsamkeit, 
Zeit, während der wir mit dem innern Ohr, unserer Seele, 
den Gedanken und Träumen lauschen.
Zeit der Stille 
Zeit ohne äussere Betriebsamkeit 
Zeit, um den leisen ewigen Tönen 
in unserm Innern zu lauschen, 
unsere Seele nährend aus der Stille.
Das heilige Schwingen – der Heilige Geist, 
die Ur-Stimme Om, Aum, Amen, 
das Wort, das heilige Naam, 
uns ansprechend als Stimme des Vertrauens, 
immer mit uns, bei uns, 
in allen Wechselfällen des Lebens.
Wenn wir leiden und nicht bei uns sind, 
nehmen wir uns Zeit, Zeit der Stille, 
und suchen unseren Wesenskern, 
uns stärkend durch Linderung und Trost.
Sitzend in Meditation oder 
liegend in entspannter Haltung: 
höre auf deinen inneren Begleiter, 
er scheint in dir zu leben. 
Horche, horche, horche… und 
behalte die sanfte Melodie.
So wie du lauschest 
dem Wind oder Regen und ihrem lindernden Trost, 
so lausche der sanften Stimme in dir. 
Je mehr du der innern Stimme horchst, 
umso vernehmlicher wird sie, 
auslöschend die Trübung durch schwere Gedanken.
Das Vertrauen auf deinen inneren Führer 
gibt dir Kraft und Ruhe. 
Mein Segen ist immer mit dir 
bei deinen Versuchen, 
deine innere Stimme, dein heiliges Selbst, 
zu vernehmen. 
Om, aum, amen.

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