Silence, a wise teacher

Picture by Greg Rakozy

Picture by Greg Rakozy

 

Blessed Silence, how grateful I am that you found me once again.

My mind had all these ideas of what I was going to write

but when I sat down to type all the words flew away.

Instead, I discovered a vast space pulsing with tangible quiet

and the deep inner peace that tells me everything is okay.

Your sudden appearance used to distress me.

I questioned how I could call myself a writer if I had nothing to say.

But I have come to realise that you are a wise teacher.

You may show up unexpectedly and catch me by surprise

but you always bring gifts:

Rest. Presence. Depth. Space. Holding.

Time beyond time. Refined listening. Integration.

These gifts cannot be fully received if I am in motion,

chasing after thoughts that were already running away.

New words may come later, perhaps wisdom too

but if there is something truly to be spoken,

Silence, it will arise from you.

This wise nature that heals...

This wise nature that heals...

I came to the sea to just be.

To let the wild wind carry away all the stressful thoughts about not being able to get everything done, not knowing enough, my fear of failing and the invisible implications of not getting it right.

I roared with the wind.

I followed the dogs running excitedly along the wet sand and shook it all off.

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"Freedom is the oxygen of the soul" ~Moshe Dayan

Once again the silence and stillness wraps around.
No impulse to move or to speak,
only be here now amidst the rapture of breath.

Again I have broken the vow I made to myself
only now to ask:

who is the one that demands that I am consistent and why?




 

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