Contemplation Brings Freedom
Silence isn't emptiness but a profound presence—an essence of existence itself. It's not a faraway realm reserved for ascetics; it's a familiar encounter waiting to be nourished and set free within us. We don't hear silence; it's the very medium through which we hear. It eludes capture; instead, it captivates us, supporting our essence as an unceasing, foundational prayer.
It's a type of thought that transcends thought, a seeing that truly perceives. Silence is an alternative consciousness, an intelligence beyond mere reactions or mental analyses. Descartes' "I think, therefore I am" captures Western ideology, but we are beyond our thoughts.
Major world religions remind us that this dominance of thinking must be reined in; otherwise, we lose our core being. Eventually, words lose meaning, manipulated by the ego. Look at today's political discourse—it's a prime example. Yet, silence offers a contrast; the soul doesn't need words. It encircles them with space, embodying wholeness.
Silence holds contradictions, absorbing them in its wholeness. This quality might explain our aversion; silence leaves no room for argument, and the mind loves debate. But in silence, there's no taking sides. That's why contemplation brings freedom—it's a restful wholeness, freeing us to act from love without the burden of choosing sides.
May silence be your familiar encounter,
a profound presence nurturing the essence of existence within;
it's not heard but the medium through which your soul perceives.
Embrace this alternative consciousness,
transcending thoughts, and find liberation
in the wholeness of contemplative serenity.
In the realm where silence reigns supreme, Not void, nor absence, but a profound essence, An existence woven in unseen threads, A familiar encounter within, waiting, yearning, To be nurtured, liberated, set unbound. Silence, not heard but felt, The very medium of our soul's perception, It evades capture, slipping through grasping fingers, Captivating, cradling our essence, A ceaseless prayer in foundational whispers. A kind of thought, transcending the known, A seeing that truly perceives, Beyond reactions, beyond mental bounds, An alternative consciousness, an untamed intelligence, Beyond the confines of 'I think, therefore I am.' Echoes from ancient teachings resound, A call to rein in the tyranny of thought, Lest our core being fades into mere shadows, Words, once vessels of meaning, manipulated by ego's hand, A hollow resonance in today's discordant discourse. Yet, within silence resides a stark contrast, The soul, untouched by the need for words, Encompassing them in vast, unbounded space, A wholeness, where contradictions dissolve, Where arguments cease, and sides lose their meaning. In this tranquil refuge of contemplation, Freedom finds its dwelling place, A serene completeness, unburdened by choice, Liberating us to act, to love, Without the weight of choosing sides.