There is a silence that watches itself. The silence and that which watches it may appear separate but are in fact one.
““There is a voice that doesn’t use words — Listen!””
— Mevlana Jalaluddin Rumi
In this silence this language is heard. This voice heard. Offering understanding and insight to itself. There is silence and it appears as if nothing stirs. The desire to be or do anything doesn’t arise. There is just this silence speaking to itself, hearing itself. Immediate and alive. It does not stop speaking to itself or hearing itself.
The insights are constant, the understanding deepens. It is seen everything is taken care of and this seclusion needed. Everything feels jagged or not right when an attempt to communicate is made and not needed. The personal self, trying to do something here is not needed. It, this beautiful silence is taking care of itself. It is self-governing, sovereign over all things. Dictating what is and what isn’t needed. It is life. It is this silently silent reality that pervades all things.
I sit and stare engrossed in this silent conversation. I have lost my learning and know nothing and yet this conversation of one makes perfect sense. Constant and yet effortless. This conversation is what is important and when it is done, I will return to “life.” Return to a life which tells me I must act or behave a certain way. And yet I will not return as I left, and I will not be as when I left. Something has changed in me and yet I can’t but help think it was always there. A diamond in the dirt waiting to be discovered. Waiting to be known. I end as I started.
There is a silence that watches itself. The silence and that which watches it may appear separate but are in fact one.
This Silence that watches itself is you!
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great one , thank you!
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