The morning silence .
As I entered my sacred writing space in the morning, I thanked God I don't suffer from the blank paper syndrome.....the blank white paper excites me for the potential it has.Another piece of writing, another master piece coming up.The morning silence.
Silence is golden, unless you have toddler then silence is suspicion and Suvarchala my ten year old niece, when she enters the room the silence is converted to music.It is time for me to learn from her and not teach her. Her range of activities include doodling on my books, colourng , some autographs on the wall, trying my lipstics ..all in one day under one roof.The pure innocent energy of the kids always over flows.
The morning"s silence helps me to invite the Tao within me always there,always doing nothing and always leaving absolutely nothing undone."Feel everything and react to nothing ' the line by David , one of the teachers in Vpassana course impacts me even after five years of doing the course in helping me control my reactions.All a matter of practice.
Mindfulness of the present can only be experienced in the NOW.Rest it take a lot of training and trying of the mind to Detach from the impressions of the past amd curiosity of the future.Eckhart Tolle one of my favorite writer focuses on the significance and power of the presence. He says the awakened states of consciousness which transcend ego .He sees the awakening as the essential next step in the human evolution.
Shall I have another cup of tea ? I asked myself. When it comes to tea ...mindlessness works for me better because there's always a greater flow of thoughts n ideas while having the second cup of tea.
Gradually the energy shifted ...No chants , No breathwork, No tea ....doing nothing.Just the dim yellow light of my bed side lamp and the silence made my mind feel like a sanctuary.
My heart and every cell in the body felt immense gratitude for the gift of the experience of the silence and the storms .Both felt deeply,not rushed through....perspective gained !
How are you treating your silence and storms?
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