When you are silent, silence will speak to you - in its various forms, in various languages, in various dialects, in its own special way.
Over the last few days, silence has been speaking a lot to me. I am enjoying every moment of my conversations with my new found friend - Silence. The early mornings and the late evenings, when I spend time with Silence, have profound implications.
Right now, when I am writing this, sitting in a so-called sound proof cabin, I am still able to hear the koo-koo of the bird sitting outside. That s how Silence speaks to me.
I enjoy the time when I come to work first, because the whole place is filled with Silence. It supports me and helps me sift through what I need to do for the day.
Of late, I have begun to see my friend, even in the most noisiest of places, including the crazy Pune traffic jam. I guess, I have learnt the ancient trick of creating a silent zone around me and be able to enjoy the sounds, hitherto unheard of by many mortals.
"Silence is an understanding too delicate to limit by words" - (A little twisted to suit the context here... Quote from Fountain Head - Ayn Rand). While talking about this, let me also make a note here that Ayn Rand has had a terrific impact on me. Her influence is amazing, and that s how I am hearing / listening to silence.
When silence is with me, she talks to me through the "plop" of the water drop from my tap. She talks to me through the rustle of the leaves because of the ever-so-slight breeze, through the koo-koo, ki-ki-ki of the birds, through the soft "pisssshhhhk" of the shoe on the wet grass, through the "ding...cling" of the temple bell, through the "thak" of the dried leaf falling from a high tree, through the "whoosh whooosh" of the wind, through the "tak-tak-tak" of the rain slashing against my glass window.
When there are 10 people in a room and 8 of them talk, it s easier to understand the two people who are silent.
And I am sure all of you would have noticed, there is a quiet before and after a storm.. Silence always prevails.
When the mind is quiet, it really doesn't matter where you are. You will find a best friend in silence. And yes...
Silence speaks.....
And when everything else in this world comes to an end,
it is Silence that will remain undefeated...
1 comment:
What language does it speak in ? I have always wondered which language I
think in .. !
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