“I've found the Great Silence, and I've come to see that the noise was inside.”
Source: Tales of a Magic Monastery
“The sound of silence was beginning to get louder, and familiar. And I was deeply in love with it.
Not only does it not involve religious practices, it makes you shed all religious affiliations for ten days. What you are left with is your bare breath. That becomes the only thing you focus on – your personal rosary.
There are no pictures of gurus, or even of the Buddha himself. There are no personalised gods or its dubious derivates – dogmas, or godmen – to prostrate before. No hugs, kisses, threads, amulets, satins or holy ash. No holy ‘trap’ of devices designed for an instant osmosis of blessings. No grand trickery that makes life here a hell in promise of a heaven there. It shows us the same arduous path that some of the enlightened men have walked. Men who can only show the path and are not the destination; where they communed with their truth, or, for lack of a better word, their God, in silence. The choice is left to us, to walk, stroll, stray, or squat on that path. [Many men; Ab to Za, all those alphabets and all the other men in between… Same grand truth, revealed in parts… Same path, seemingly different… Same destination…. No single path.] But Vipassana does not offer us the easier path of pleading, coaxing, extorting or seducing such men for easy blessings.
It nudges you to start walking. To be your own blessing. To create your own miracles.”
Source: I Killed the Golden Goose : A COLLECTION OF THOUGHTS, THOUGHTLESSNESS, SILENCES, POEMS & SOME ‘SHOT’ STORIES
“Grandpa had made the Lord seem so real, I wouldn't of been surprised if he'd said good night to Him. But after a long pause he just said a-men.”
Source: Cold Sassy Tree
“The sound of silence was beginning to get louder, and familiar. And I was deeply in love with it.
I stopped being mute, and became dumb again.
There are no pictures of gurus, or even of the Buddha himself. There are no personalised gods or its dubious derivates – dogmas, or godmen – to prostrate before. No hugs, kisses, threads, amulets, satins or holy ash. No grand trickery that makes life here a hell in promise of a heaven there. It shows us the same arduous path that some of the enlightened men have walked. Men who can only show the path and are not the destination; where they communed with their truth, or, for lack of a better word, their God, in silence. The choice is left to us, to walk, stroll, stray, or squat on that path. [Many men; Ab to Za, all those letters of alphabets and all the other men in between… Same grand truth, revealed in parts… Same path, seemingly different… Same destination…. No single path.] But Vipassana does not offer us the easier path of pleading, coaxing, extorting or seducing such men for easy blessings.
It nudges you to start walking. To be your own blessing. To create your own miracles.”
Source: I Killed the Golden Goose : A COLLECTION OF THOUGHTS, THOUGHTLESSNESS, SILENCES, POEMS & SOME ‘SHOT’ STORIES
“There is more said in silence than in a crowd of thousands.”
“I long for those tranquil moments of absolute nothing. And I think the reason I really like them is because the moment the world goes mute, my brain seems to open like a flower in the spring. I actually can feel little inner doors unlocking.”
Source: Simple Things Sheet Music
“He'd given her his silences, and she'd filled them with her fears.”
Source: The Hidden Palace
“A woman cries for nothing,
is sad for no apparent reason
and suffers without anyone knowing why.
And all this goes away as it came:
alone and without explanation.
In front of a woman like that,
just approach, make silence
and give her your hand.”
“Her silences spoke louder than her words, and the one that followed merely reprised what I already knew without providing any connecting bits to help me make a song of the scattered verses.
[RICHARD ETHERIDGE, referring to his mother]”
Source: Black Cloud Rising
“All lonely, beautifully silent and so very enchanting the city seems at night when every tourist, hotelier and tour guide have gone to bed, almost like a ghost town if it weren’t for the one or other lit window and a few lonely insomniac people walking the alleys here and there.”
Source: Nietzsche’s Birthday Party: A Short Story Collection