“we’re
fascinated by the words – but where we meet is in the silence behind them.”
– Ram Dass
Silence
has become somewhat of a refuge for me of late.
Where I used to blast my ears
with songs of joy or bass or instrumental brilliance, I choose to run to the
sound of my breath and the breeze.
Where I once filled space with the
inconsequential noise of the television, I instead fill my mind with calm as I
draw or colour or read.
Even the sound of typing, which can either mean
productive steps towards a finished essay or creative feats being explored, and
usually equates to a giant smile or a self-induced pat on the back, has got my
ears wincing.
More and
more I find the words counting for less and the actions speaking for more. The
words, though instructive and at times even clear, fall flat in comparison to
the outcomes of movement.
The pure form of showing
care rather than describing it.
Of physical expression as opposed to analysed
impression.
The incredible force that can be experienced from the smallest of
gestures: a wave, a smile, an actual push of encouragement.
For in
silence I’ve witnessed and been subject to more acts of love, kindness,
compassion and interest then one would guess possible. In silence we see people
more clearly. We see the world more clearly.
Sometimes
life is what happens when there isn’t a question, an answer or a riddle.
All
there is is you and I behind the words & in that beautiful and encompassing
silence.
PEACE
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