It’s pitch dark, 4 a.m. and I can not sleep. The silence is rich, rare, treasured. I love its sound, slowly awakening my heart. I call silence, The Hidden Music, a song I have loved from the time I was a child, marveling at Mother Nature’s wonders around and about me.
I listen to the sound of silence. These words come as an inner cry to the world outside.
searching, wanting, controlling, needing, doubting, praying, dreaming, desiring, manipulating, forcing, grasping, fearing, using, wasting, lying, seeking, moving, believing, holding, imagining, and thinking. Whatever is left, when you stop, is who you are. It is silence, pure, real, unnamed, gentle, loving, and filled with serenity. In this and from this is joy and freedom.*
In silence, I hear the truth, the workings of the heart, the beating of this mysterious world we live. I fall in love once more with life, its joys, and hold in a silent container, its sufferings.
Let us fall in love again
and scatter gold dust all over the world
Let us become a new spring
and feel the breeze drift in the heavens’ scent.
Let us dress the earth in green,
and like the sap of a young tree
let the grace from within sustain us.
Let us carve gems out of our stony hearts
and let them light our path to Love.
The glance of Love is crystal clear
and we are blessed by its light.
Why are you so afraid of silence,
silence is the root of everything.
If you spiral into its void
a hundred voices will thunder messages
you long to hear
–Rumi “Hidden Music”
Hidden Music plays when one’s presence is honored, when nature is cherished and suffering is held with love and understanding. Where each one of us has their song to sing.