In continuation with “Bigger Question”
Do you remember what I asked? I asked, “Can you be silent?”
Silence is hated because it is in abundance. If you believe you hardly get time to be silent or you hardly find anyone sitting silently, you are looking at things in a much smaller perspective.
Noise, sound doesn’t break the silence. It is the silence that breaks the noise. Silence is brave enough to exist among the interval between the two noises. It is everywhere. Without silence, there could be no rhythm in music. Without silence, no work of art can ever be accomplished. Without silence, no journey can be made. Silence is outside, silence is inside. Continue reading
Continued From The Woodcutter
I am home. I am shelter. I am the silent companion. I am the watcher. I am the secret bearer. I am the keeper.
I am home to everyone. I do not choose anyone on priority. I do not limit the members of my family. I do not differentiate on the basis of the qualities one possesses. For me, all are same. A long time ago, I was all alone, barren, just another piece of solid rock. Then I attained a color, a slight tinge of green which spread all over me, covered me in itself. I don’t know how it chose me, but it felt good to be of some use finally. The greenery expanded, its roots deepened in my body and it grew taller everyday, until it covered all of me. Then, the creatures began to arrive. All sorts of creatures, some could fly, some could kill, some could crawl and each one of them had certain uniqueness among them. I welcomed them all. The last I wanted to be was lonely again. With all this activity in and around me, I felt alive. I felt as if I was the one flying in the sky or diving in the stream. I was home, and in that moment, I knew I will always be one. Continue reading