Silence of woods on a spring day
The heart is restless today. I am trying to calm my unquiet mind. A longing to escape is growing within. Escape to a world within. I rummage through an old diary tucked away among some forgotten pictures and notes tied with a lavender ribbon. Slowly I shred them and let the pieces of a long gone dream make a tapestry of words on the floor. Razor sharp edges of crisp paper even after so many years? I thank the person who invented email. READ, DELETE, TRASH AND EMPTY. Letters written on paper are difficult to destroy. They somehow manage to leave a mark. Burn, shred do what ever. They stay.
I discover these jottings at the end of the diary . There is no date . I copy it all here. Just as it is and light a funeral pyre for the memories rotting along with the pages.
Smudged words, blotted patches of ink crazily crisscrossed paragraphs.
I don’t need them now.
I need a silent escape. My blog is the only place I retreat to at such times. I allow myself to flow with the words copied from the diary.
Silence of the woods on a spring day.
When the breeze sings the symphony of pure silence and the sunlight filtering through the tops of the trees and lovingly touches the ground. The beautiful, magical dance of the flawless shadows on the forest floor surrounded by a mystical aura. Time floats free in the endless woods.
The silence in the rhythmic music of a mountain brook or in the rustle of the leaves as the tall elegant trees sway like the dervishes in a soulful dance. A green silence.
The fading moments of daylight dissolve into twilight bliss. The forest melts into an ebony haze. A soft misty nothingness is filled with serenity’s song of silence. Nocturnal darkness takes over silently seeping through the very soul of the forest wrapped in the essence
of luminescent splendor.
In nature – trees, flowers, grass – grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence…we need silence to be able to touch souls .Silence …to listen to the silence between the words, between the lines, in the gaps, to absorb, to become one with what you are doing.
Meditation or dhyan , silence of the heart and soul …It heals ..Creates a stillness and calm within …
It is when we are silent, we open up to life and it does the same for us.
Maun …. Embodiment of joy.
We do not always realize the implications of the quietness we unconsciously seek and enjoy when we take a walk in a solitary meadow or in a forest or on a mountain. By occasional contacts with silence, our nerves are soothed, energy is regained, and the total effect is bracing to our bodies and minds.
I enjoy being silent even if I am part of a noisy group, it’s not a forced silence like when you are alone.
For me keeping quiet and being silent are two different things.
When silent, one’s mind should be trained to become empty …you don’t even talk to yourself even in the subconscious …it’s a wonderful feeling which completely de-stresses you.
Once you start to enjoy silence you learn to listen to the unsaid, sounds you normally don’t pay attention to.
It increases your power to listen, makes you in tune with self and your surroundings.
Listening is a dying art.
Most of the time we just hear the various sounds without paying any attention to them. Being “maun” is also a method to enhance your will power . We always want to escape to a peaceful place looking for ‘SHANTI’ but that shanti lies within us, we just have to look inwards.
Silence is also very beautiful, I have experienced that by being completely silent I become one with nature and that’s a wonderful feeling. It has a calming effect on soul.
Silence has helped me take many major decisions in life, to do things in the right way guided by my inner. It has improved my concentration power and though still I need to work quiet a lot on it, it has tremendously helped me discover myself. So SILENCE for me is self discovery and a very important part of daily living.
For me
Silence is not
lack of words
lack of music
lack of curses
or lack of screams
Silence is not lack of colors
or voices
or bodies
or whistling wind.
Silence is Not lack of anything
Silence is resting,
nestling in every leaf, every root, every branch of every tree,
it is in the breeze that nibbles at these leaves
or sometimes swooshes around them
Silence is the flower sprouting upon the branch
In the drizzle that tickles them
or the pouring rain that drenches them to the core of their being
it is also in the still air that hangs around them on a hot sultry day
Silence is the long winding forest trail fragrant with the intoxicating aroma of sweet pine
Silence is mother’s song to her newborn child and her cries for her stillborn one.
Silence is the roar of ocean waves and the sandpipers dancing on the shore.
Silence is the vastness of green rolling plains and it is a blade of grass.
Silence is the flight of a solitary eagle
A colorful kite soaring in the vast blue sky
A dog curled up under a shady tree on whose trunk furry squirrels run up and down.
Silence is sound And silence is silence.
Silence is love, even the love that hides in hate.
Silence you share with someone you love, so cold, so sharp, you could cut yourself on it. There is nothing so hurtful, nothing so bare and forlorn as the silence that falls like swords on two people who no longer know what to say to one another, and it is the kind of silence that tells you that you are no longer of any importance to that person, who really is no longer even there; it is a silence that renders you invisible.
Silence that hangs heavy in the air. A dark cloud of silence. Where the words strain to touch the fabric of someone’s silence. When words become strangers , the thoughts freeze and we are rendered speechless – silence of death of loss.
Silence of pain , physical, emotional pain that’s leaves you numb.
Silence of the suffering heart.
Silence is the eyes of poor, hungry children
It is the lover’ s sex exhausted fall into sleep.
It is the call of morning birds.
Silence is the lucid moonbeams kissing a wild flower.
It is a word, a hope, a flickering flame of candle at the window of a home.
Silence is everything –
in the renewing sleep of Earth,
the purifying dream of Water,
the purifying rage of Fire,
the soaring and spiraling flight of Air.
It is all things dissolved into nothing
Silence is with you always
Sometimes as Shanti sometimes as khamoshi and sometimes as a mook cheekh ( a silent cry) a silent cry of a woman.
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