Silence is a beautiful place to be. I grow in that space and feel the energy renew me. I can stop and listen to what my heart says. Silence, in that way, is the vital pause in life. It is the pause that refreshes to use a line from popular culture. I find humility in my silence because I take time, listen to my self, and listen to the other.
I found this beautiful poem from Nobel Laureate Gabriela Mistral. She was the first Latin American to win the Nobel Prize in Literature.
My heart swells that the
universe
like a fiery cascade may
enter.
The new day comes. Its coming
leaves me breathless.
I sing like a cavern
brimming
I sing a new day.
For grace lost and recovered
I stand humble. Not giving.
Receiving.
Until the gorgon night,
vanquished, flees.
In silence you provide space to grow.
Beautifully said Alex.
Lovely post.
Thank you Elisa.
Beautiful poem. Silence is a precursor to speech.
It is very much that. After sitting, I often find myself more ready to say what I need to say or do.
Silence helps my creativity flow. Beautiful poem.
It does. When I began meditating more regularly, I was often surprised how problems I thought I had had melted away and I found words to express my feelings for the day.
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Thank you so much Holly. I am glad you enjoyed this poem.
Thank you, Ivon. I love to sit in silence, to enter that sacred space. Daybreak is the perfect time. I love the poem, too. Blessings dear friend.
Thank you Lizzie. Sacred space reminds me of Parker Palmer and his writing.
“The new day comes. Its coming
leaves me breathless.
I sing like a cavern
brimming
I sing a new day.
These words just do something to me. Absolutely exquisite.
They are beautiful aren’t they? They remind me of the extraordinary nature of life that I treat as ordinary many days.
Oh, yes. The beauty of silence. It is a merciful thing, and I crave it , seek it, need it. Sometimes I go so far as to manufacture silence with earplugs, but it is never as sweet as the true thing. As I grow older I find it much more valuable than I did in my lesser years. Thank you for this post!
I am with you on the wisdom we find as we move forward in age. It has been helpful for me as well. Thank you for the comment.
So many of us forget to make the time for silence. Thanks for the lovely reminder.
You are welcome Elizabeth.
Thank you for the beautiful reminder and delightful thought-provoking poem, Ivon.
Russ
You are welcome Russ.
Silence is absolutely essential to me these days. I luxuriate in it daily.
I do too. The word luxuriate is a great one for the feeling of silence.
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