We didn’t talk much, and the silence hung like a silk curtain, light and lovely.
When you sit in silence long enough, you learn that silence has a motion. It glides over you without shape or form, exactly like water. Its color is silver. And silence has a sound you hear only after hours of wading inside it. The sound is soft, like flute notes rising up, like the words of glass speaking. Then there comes a point when you must shatter the blindness of its words, the blindness of its light.
How small life is here
and how big nothingness.
The sky, tired of light,
has given everything to the snow.
The two trees bow
their heads to each other.
Clouds cross the world’s
silence in a circle dance
God whispered, “You endured a lot. For that I am truly sorry, but grateful. I needed you to struggle to help so many. Through that process you would grow into who you have now become. Didn’t you know that I gave all my struggles to my favorite children? One only needs to look at the struggles given to your older brother Jesus to know how important you have been to me.
Silence is the invisible door to God.
Silence is the inner door to become one with God.
Silence is fine if I am on my own but it’s not overly sociable if my husband is around!
The silences here are retreats of sound, like the retreat of the surf before a tidal wave: sound draining away, down slopes of acoustic passage, to gather, someplace else, to a great surge of noise.
The inner being is not only the meditative quality within, the inner silence and emptiness, it is the door to the whole.
What I want???
I just want silence I can afford it, it doesn’t need to pay for it or does it?
Sometimes a people lose their right to remain silent when pressured to remain silent.