Listen to silence
Silence
Before me was silence.
A long-unborn me waited for my birth.
Hearing
I was the tree, gazing from the mountain to the sea,
letting the wind sing through my leaves.
I was the heart of the mountain,
building towers of white light
from the tears of the earth,
thousands of years, drop by drop,
until my ceiling touched my ground,
uniting in harmonic tunnels that could make organ-builders jealous.
An eternity of time, piling the ceaseless waves of the ocean,
grinding the rock, leaving only the hardest to endure.
I heard the earth breathing through the relentless crush of waves on shore rocks.
The breath of a giant, inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale,
the earth at work, shaping me into a living being.
Alive
From silence I came.
I thought I could break it with my codified sounds,
thinking my voice meant more than the song of a bird,
a voice born from silence,
returning to silence.
Billions of voices like mine
vanished like writing on a sand beach, washed by the waves.
Earth is speaking to you.
Just listen
to the waves,
to the wind,
to the grass showing you the signs.
Trees speak to you,
like ambassadors of the land.
Birds watch you, gliding
over water or through the air.
You need no words.
You need no mind.
Just presence.
Be the focal point of experience,
where tree speaks to wind, to sea, to mountain, to birds, to the infinity of sky,
to the clouds painting the heavens,
to the colors of the sun.
Let your heart be a home for the beauty surrounding you,
the cathedral where God plays the music of creation.
You are just the staff,
carrying a sonata of truth.
One single song within the bouquet of creation’s meanings.
You are the note between silences,
silence that was,
silence that will be.
Do not worry.
The wind will sing your name
Forever.
You are not the tree, you are not the wind, you’re not the earth, you’re not the sky.
You are altogether.
Just listen.
You are born again.
Silence.