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True silence is the rest of the mind it is to the spirit what sleep is to the body, nourishment and refreshment.

quote by William Penn
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True silence is the rest of the mind, and is to the spirit what sleep is to the body, nourishment and refreshment.

quote by William Penn
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True silence is the rest of the mind; it is to the spirit what sleep is to the body, nourishment and refreshment.

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The Gift Of Restorative Rest

When is predetermined time reached to rest?
Does mind or body know clockwork answer best?
Is a set bedtime always the best way to rest?

A lack of rest plays havoc on both mind and body.
Yet need requires extra night hours worked in emergency.
An art of make up sleep becomes a sweat necessity.

Sleep a strange bed fellow; we all must dues court.
To stay awake for extended periods; is scale battle fought.
To burn candle at both ends frequently; is not wisdom sought.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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In the spirit of Rumi - 42 - How far is far from God?

Why, O dearest to Myself,
do you try to hard to run away from God?

Your body cannot run away from Him,
for He who made your body, runs with you..

Your spirit, your soul, cannot run away from Him,
for He is your very spirit, your very soul..

Only your mind can run away from Him;

and then his brothers, soul and body,
weep for him, wait for his return,
in stillness and in silence - which they know
by nightfall, he will be unable to resist..

Why do you try so hard to run away from God?
When did He ever run away from you?

poem by Michael Shepherd
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The Sleep

The sleep is natural to many
But it denies itself to so many

Sleep is calmness within
When ego rests in The Self

Sleep pervades into
Inner recesses of consciousness
And the awareness recedes

The sleep is silence
To happenings
Within and without of the body
Conscious but unaware

The sleep is the experience of the Self
And The Self is the sleep’s seer
Guide and terminator

The sleep is cessation of
Mental activities within
And is free from interference of self-consciousness

Is tonic to mental ailments and malfunctions
The sleep is the bliss, the peace
And the tranquility of mind

poem by Varanasi Ramabrahmam
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Evcharistos! and not only...

here is the world of not only:
lifting its face, lifting its hands,
beyond not, beyond only, to
not only, but.. to That!

not only for some, but for all.
Be sitting in your chair, or
kneeling before an altar or a statue, or
touching head to ground, or
cross-legged, the sitar and the vina
quietening to silence, the incense
filling the lungs and heart;

or walking through the forest, in the hills; seeing,
not only this, or this, but… that…

Eucharist, Communion, Advaita –
Thanksgiving, coming together as one,
‘not two’… do all these mean the same,
mean, not only?

not only you, but all of us;
not only worshipping, or working;
not only body or spirit;
not only earth or heaven;

but there, where work is worship; worship, work;
where activity is rest;
where Body is Spirit; Spirit, Body;
earth is heaven, and heaven’s on earth;

where sound and silence meet;
where stillness meets activity;
where body and spirit know each other;

take, if you wish, this sip of wine, this crumb of bread,
this handful of water, this flower,
in the memory of centuries and millions,
lifting, too, their faces and their hands;
looking beyond not only, finding, that;
or put your hands together,
as all things come together;

say the word, a word,
give a name to it, to That;
or listen to the sound beyond all names;
the sound that’s in the silence;
the life that’s in the stillness;

or stay with eucharist, communion, advaita, jihad,
sacrifice, surrender, prayer, praise;
they are your guardians and your friends,
smiling as they run toward you, greeting;
calling out to you,
not only… but…

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Can't Sleep

I find myself yawning again and again,
But I can't sleep, which is a real pain.
I lie on my left side, then on my right,
But, for me, there is no sleep in sight.

Next, I turn and lie flat on my back,
But, of any sleep, there is still a lack.
I lie there, looking up at the ceiling:
Pretty drained, is how I am feeling.

I wish my system would just slow down,
But, through my mind, thoughts race round.
Feeling restless, I begin to huff and puff:
I know that, in the morning, I'll feel rough.

As a poet, my mind is still really busy rhyming,
But, when I'm trying to sleep, isn't great timing.
To try and get some sleep, I really endeavour,
But the night seems to go on forever and ever.

I am really willing my mind to take a rest,
But, night time is when my mind thinks best.
Over my sleeping patterns, I have no control:
On me, tomorrow, lack of sleep will take its toll.

As I snuggle myself down, under the covers,
My body wants one thing; my mind, another.
When lying in bed, I just want some peace:
I want all of this rhyming, for once, to cease.

poem by Angela Wybrow
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Eyes Wide Shut

There are those with open eyes
Whose hearts are closed
What do they see?

A Material world

But someone whose love is aware
Even with eyes that sleep
He or she shall wake up thousands of others

If you are not one of those light-filled lovers
Restrain your body’s intense desires
Limit how much you eat
Sleep not from laziness

If awake in your casket
Sleep long and soundly
Your spirit is out roaming and working
To the highest levels
Your eyes may rest but love needs no rest

You have a Higher Self inside
That listens for what delights the Soul

ROTMS

(Inspired by the brilliance of Rumi)

poem by Ray Lucero
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Work, Sleep, Work, Sleep, Work

Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work:

Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work, sleep, work, sleep,
Work.

Oh free me please with gentle ease
From work, sleep, work, sleep, work!
This odium, pounding tedium
Of my work, sleep, work, sleep, work.

Just whisk me off to lands afar
From work, sleep, work, sleep, work -
That grinding train of rhythmic pain
Called ‘Work, sleep, work, sleep, work.’

Poor neural circuits fizzle and pop
In work, sleep, work, sleep, work,
In trying to make some sense of all this
Work, sleep, work, sleep, work.

But Hark! I see a golden gleam -
A saving spirit of hope:
‘You’re fired! ’ He screams. What news to bear,
This wondrous hangman’s rope!

So now I’m free, released from all this
Work, sleep, work, sleep, work -
Eternal peace and rest for me, no
Work, sleep, work, sleep, work.

poem by Mark R Slaughter
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One Who Has Sacrificed With A Kept Pace

Something done persistently,
Eventually wears on the body and mind...
Of the one who has given time to find,
Without a resting to qualify this to be done...
Like some who give their recommendations,
Misunderstanding the drive it has taken...
To make sure things are set in place.
They would never understand,
One who has sacrificed with a kept pace.

Well...I do.
And it is not from that which I am doing today.
It is a much needed rest,
From that which has taken years in the making
To create.
Never before considered the connection between,
Aches and pains and the lack of rest.
Until my mind and body began to beg for some.
And getting as much as I can get to just rest,
To prioritize for myself is best.

And aging has made me more aware of this!
Without proper rest,
The body and mind begins to insist it be done.
And quick with a paying of attention.

Oh...
You don't need to shout so loud.
I hear you very clearly.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Continued - III

'Tis true the wisdom that my mind exacts
Through contemplation from a heart unbent
By many tempests may be stained and rent:
The summer flies it mightily attracts.
Yet they seem choicer than your sons of facts,
Which scarce give breathing of the sty's content
For their diurnal carnal nourishment:
Which treat with Nature in official pacts.
The deader body Nature could proclaim.
Much life have neither. Let the heavens of wrath
Rattle, then both scud scattering to froth.
But during calms the flies of idle aim
Less put the spirit out, less baffle thirst
For light than swinish grunters, blest or curst.

poem by George Meredith
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Glinda's Theme

Come over here and rest awhile
Look at the trip you've made
I know you must be tired by now
So rest here in the shade
Oh, the journey that you've had to make
I've watched you bear the load
But you can always stay at my place
When you come off the road
And if you ever need someone (need someone)
Count on me anytime (you can count on me)
I'll be here to pick you up
Because a rested body is a rested mind
Because a rested body is a rested mind
(Because a rested body is a rested mind)
A rested body is a rested mind

song performed by by Diana Ross
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Tenderly you come

tenderly you come
to touch the locks of hair
that rest there on the pillow
feathered in a dream

i sleep my silence long
two words for its spell
and no silence for a word

you touch my face and line it
up in warmth through glass
that stands there instead of window
sundialed roomed so spacious

i sleep my silence long
two words for its spell
and no silence for a word

you open eyes of a closure
'neath unfaithful sky
to write me there word cloudward
wipe me away or melt

in my sleep silence long
two words for its spell
and no silence for a word

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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I certainly believe that being in contact with one's spirit and nurturing one's spirit is as important as nurturing one's body and mind. We are three dimensional beings: body, mind, spirit.

quote by Laurence Fishburne
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Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet XII

He slept as only under the free heaven
It is given to sleep, a slumber shadowless
As the broad river to whose banks at even
That spirit comes which brings forgetfulness,
A silence undisturbed by the world's tread,
Which sees not, hears not, feels not, yet is girt
With sound and light and sense; which seeming dead
Drinks in Earth's life in cure of every hurt
And so takes consolation. Dreams anon
Come for the soul's refreshment, apparitions
Begot of heaven's beauty and the sun,
No meaningless expectance of sad visions
But tales prophetic of new days more fair
And to be numbered with the things that are,

poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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In Silence

We talk in silence
We speak in exchanging breath
We argue in silence
We battle with our stare

We think in silence
We travel in our mind
We promise in silence
We create the secret better

We sing in silence
We smile in radiant melody
We enjoy in silence
We move with our body

We share in silence
We stay in each other arms
We love in silence
We grow the hope of warmth

We hate in silence
We shake in every fiber being
We pray in silence
We enchant the words in heart

We long in silence
We drown in loneliness
We break in silence
We flow soundless tears

We walk in silence
We tell our story in footprint
We listen in silence
We could hear numerous voices

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Murmurs Of The Rainy Mind...

the shadows of my
mind

need not be
the shadows of my
body

the spirit longs for
more
of its much needed
solitude

in crisis
it states what it has long
desired

that which the body
keeps on denying

genuflecting knees
hitting hands
bloody backs
worn feet
torn palms
broken limbs

the words come out
much different from a
thirsty mouth

it is not the word
it is the act that tells you more

it is what is done
it is not what is said

there is a house in that far mountain
it rests upon its feet

no one lives there
a stranger cloud sometimes comes a drifting

it sees the emptiness of the surrounding
the humid bedroom it feels though from a distance

and just like the rest who knows
they take refuge in the silence

words are never to be trusted
it is merely the sigh of the falling rain

sometimes you hear the tapping of the rain inside your mind
and you look outside

there the sun shows you
what sometimes are illogical

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Elusive Sleep

Sleep evades me in the night
I listen to sounds make thoughts
which play upon my mind
in the dark of the room I lay
waiting for serenity to come
time passes slowly
as though held imperfect
its warm, too warm for comfort
and too cold beyond the bed sheet
the day has been long, the body aches
still, still sleep evades me
and those sounds, each shadow
play upon the mind more and more
restless and anxious for sleep
to rest, to dream, to be at peace
the elusive sleep in the night
where thoughts consume me

poem by Matthew Holloway
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Let Me Sleep Longer Today

Let me sleep longer
the bed keeps on calling
while duties also knock at the door.
Let me sleep longer
as my eyes want to rest long
let me dream dreams some more.

Let me sleep and rest longer
let this be a special day
when I manage to pamper my body
Let it lie down without worries,
without deadlines and must-duties,
without telephone calls, net and TV.
Let me sleep longer today.

poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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Rest when you're weary. Refresh and renew yourself, your body, your mind, your spirit. Then get back to work.

quote by Ralph Marston
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