The Silence: An Experience!!

I know a little that I know nothing when I speak not. I prefer it, the only gift of heaven which only possess the bewildering strength to bloom the world heavenly. I adore its eternal flights and ecstatic pleasure. If silence pops up as an immediate guest in the home of our precious heart with its sweet warmth, it opens the door of every inquisitiveness having the saturating answers for each of them. A dreamy world collapses and a world of all solutions knocks in. Words lose their plastic volume, gesture prevails and the language from the deep of the soul comes out with vibrations. The strength it comprises, no doubt, if we can measure which we can never, transcends the every earthly limitations. Our being, thus, is glorified at the cost of our din. Siddartha becomes Lord Buddha. Despite its difficult paraxis, a mortal being has to undergo.


Multicolored halo emerges with an exotic flavor in our eyes, the visual perception of an eternal soul. No more a picture of Dorian Grey. The pounding heart moves without a sound, eye lids fall down yet the lens capture the beauty and the faint aroma. Sainthood is what we experience. True paradise reveals in its full form. Here we lose yet we realize. The enlightenment. This enlightenment, thus, is a sublime activity an each day. “Silence is the language of god, all else is poor translation.” Rumi you are right. We become Ubermensch, the superman since I doubt the being and non-being of our fictionalised God. Surely, we become able to call ourselves the superman. As Nietzsche rightly depicted the man having an experience of ten year silent sitting, Zarathustra. Yea, he limited to himself and his two creatures, the bird of prey and the snake. Finally, he finds the sun on his shoulder. The animals are the apparitions.


Thus, I dreamed him, whatever by the name. The sun rises, the shadow grows, slowly till it enjoys its spring. This is the remembrance, I call.


A phantom comes in a silence and it thereby replaces the remembered image. Louder smile immediately follows the suspense of disappearance. Her peaceful appearance ignites a fire of noisy and din vibrations in me. Yea, then I have been killing myself silently. A violent attack upon me of the silence is because of the supposed silence and distance. Here upon it takes the course of a habit, an eternal practice ever and ever, thereafter.