Monthly Archives: October 2013

Silence is rich. It is dark and viscous and it flows on waves of nothingness.  Silence begs to be filled and filled it must be. It is lonely and demanding and chill to the touch but it tastes smooth like the breeze. Silence is an opulent black pearl and one of the rarest gems on Earth.

There is a simple profoundness that can be found in the absence of sound. The emptiness that silence provides often gives rise to thought–the deep kind. The sort that give birth to leaps of logic and flights of the imagination. Silence is the canvas on which beautiful art can be created. It sits and waits patiently.

Silence isn’t in a hurry. It doesn’t need to explain itself or impress anyone or anything. It just is. It is the essence of cool. 

I love silence. I crave it even. It is sorely needed in this…

Hump Day

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Let us

seed hopes 

in the minds of children to fly like birds

Let us

kindle divine spirits

in the hearts of children to glow the world like sun

Life means to love and to live in every moment of time

                                                             ……………………………advocatemmmohan

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Today, like every other day, we wake up empty
and frightened. Don’t open the door to the study
and begin reading. Take down a musical instrument.

Let the beauty we love be what we do.
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.

~ Rumi

“Life is precious. Life is sacred. And it ought so to be observed.” – Gordon B. Hinckley

The sacred quiet of the morning. Time to reflect, restore and simply be.

I have been pulled a hundred directions this week, starting projects and getting pulled to something else. Bouncing from one thing to the next. Each day, I had the intention of writing an article that’s due next week, to get ahead and meet the deadline. Everytime I started, I got interrupted by an email popping up, the phone or someone coming in my office. And spending five to ten minutes isn’t enough to allow ideas and thoughts that connect to unfold. This morning, I have gotten more done in the past thirty minutes than the last thirty hours.

We need to weave “the sacred” through each day. To quietly be in awe, floating in gratitude and connected to our life. To objectively observe instead…

PALM TREE (Excerpt)
by Rabindranath Tagore

Palm tree, single-legged giant,
topping other trees,
peering at the firmament –
It longs to pierce the black cloud-celing
and fly away, away,
if only it had wings.

Photo: Chris Palmer