I want
to share with you some places that may not be of your choice or current
experience. They are based solely on my interests and abilities and
availability. To me they are profound.
These
are places of extreme quiet, where silence and nothing are one and you cannot
tell them apart. Places where only nature speaks and her sound is deafening
when no other audible intrusion is near.
One
place is on a silent river. Where portions neither ripple nor descend through
noisy cataracts, but carry liquid volumes in the stillness of deep flows and
where it is far enough away from man’s concoctions that the only thing you
think you hear are your own thoughts, but they aren’t.
If
you’ve never been to such a place and find yourself in it, there will come
wonderment, a revelation, a spiritual attunement, a surprise appreciation of
the empathetic knowledge that only stillness engenders in a singular moment of
time.
The
first time I found such silence was on the Green River in Utah as I rafted in a
quiet eddy pool and found myself in involuntary prayer with nature whose
sacristy I entered and then sustained by the choice of benevolent thought.
The
second time was at night alone at the edge of a lake in the Allagash wilderness
of Maine. The stars have a noticeable brilliance when civilization is far away.
They also have a sound that man rarely hears for we occupy a space of things
and doing in the Cosmos of life.
The
third I experience numerous times for I live nearby. It is on the Wallkill
River in New York. When my Kayak drifts on the silent surface I embrace the
Oneness and silence of All That Is.
I know
that science has learned much from the music of the spheres in the vast
cacophony of the heavens. I know that religions promote silence to reach the
unreachable. I know that the frigid stillness of winter creates a cocoon where
sound will not enter because of density.
What I
didn’t know until I experienced it was the joy that silence gives the listener
and that robust laughter needs no sound and God needs no dogma. The thoughts
you think are yours, but aren’t, are God’s. He talks to all of us in stillness.
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