Never changing, hardly noticed.

One of the things I didn’t know:

Silence is not the absence of noise.
Silence is the neutral, vibrant stage of each and every human play.
The modest background for all temporary happenings.
Never changing, hardly ever noticed.
If life would be a large string of musical pieces, silence is like the concert hall.
You don’t realize it when you’re emerged in the experience, but without it no experience would be possible.
Silence might be the most important part of everything we will ever be aware of, even if we’re never aware of silence itself.
It’s there but it is ALWAYS there, so we simply don’t notice.
We only see and hear and feel the things that change.
The temporary stuff.
The attention-grabbing shit.
When I was still very much obsessed with my mental content, I couldn’t hear it.
When I was trying very, very hard to find silence (which I probably referred to as peace), I always overlooked its closeness, I dismissed its intense unobtrusive intimacy.
But it’s so obvious.
So clear when you know where to find it, where to feel it.
When you know how to drop out of the ever changing content, and find the only constant.
When you tune out of the music for a moment and get to connect to the soundless energetic hum of life.
Silence is the blank canvas of the universe.
A built-in resting place.
And it’s always there.
 
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Hugging words.

Hugging words.

14/11/2019