There is no stillness or silence, there is always movement and sound.
There is nowhere to go. We take ourselves everywhere and find ourselves everywhere.
There is no stillness or silence, there is always movement and sound.
There is nowhere to go. We take ourselves everywhere and find ourselves everywhere.
What is the ‘silence’ that you are after? Do you hear those trucks passing by on the road and the flushing of the toilet? Do you want to escape from all this and go and sit in the caves? There is noise inside you wherever you go.
Dawn. Sitting still and silent in my car. The rain has abated, floods receding but the wind howls and gusts on, buffeting the car and bending the trees around me. Coffee cup warm in my hand, the Sunday traffic slowly begins to appear. Who are they, where are they going and why?
The peace you’re looking for isn’t something to acquire. It’s what’s revealed when you stop searching.
The silence of intuited unicity is always on
It cannot and need not be contrived
or arrived at or made anew
It is either recognized or not