Born in the burrows of noise
Humans take to it like a fish to water.
Embracing its many man-made forms
We spend our lives tuned in to it.
So much so that we recognize it not as noise
But simply as a by-product of life in the technological age.
The familiar sounds calm our senses
And keep our wheels turning through the drudgery of our mechanical lives.
We endeavor not, to listen to the music of the wind that roars
To the clouds that thunder or the musical rain that comes pouring along.
We wake up to our days after the birds have stopped singing morning songs
And return home having spent all our time focusing on chitter-chatter of human sounds.
But the noisiest of them all is the voice inside our head
One that talks non-stop come rain or shine, morning or night.
So comfortable and familiar we are with the noise in our life
That we neither seek nor recognize the music quietly playing in the background.
Take a walk to the forests or go sit by the lake
To hear the music I talk about.
Dive deep into the blue ocean or sit down in the hustle and bustle of mountain peaks
To experience that which goes far beyond.
Put the voice in your head to rest
And then listen
As Silence speaks.
Wait for it, to step out of the quiet places it resides in
Be patient for it might appear mumbled at first
Like the voice of your affectionate great-grandfather.
Like most old people, it takes its own time
But speaks with love and from its experience of life on this planet from the first day it all began.
Close your eyes if you like
But let your soul tune in.
For it speaks not to the human senses
But to that which is capable of much more.
Listen to its beautiful stories
Drink the joy it beams off
Experience the magic only it is capable of.
It caresses our wounds with love
Infuses the bruised and broken with life
While singing of the truth without making a hullabaloo about it all.
Silence sings a song so divine
No poet could ever do it justice.
But this much I will say
If you haven’t experienced it sing
You have never known bliss at all.