Showing posts with label silence. Show all posts
Showing posts with label silence. Show all posts

Monday, January 14, 2019

Complete Silence

Silence
is never more complete than
when you are alone in a room.

You are the only person
on the planet or in the universe.

I, also, posted this poem in the journal Writing in Snow, under the folder Awardicon Items, in my writing.com port. Visit My Portfolio @ Writing.Com

Tuesday, November 06, 2018

Peace Is Not Accompanied By Silence

Vibrations
flow across the landscape
of creation,
inscribing rhyme and rhythm
into the flesh of Being.

Retreating
to the far corners of eternity,
silence flees
the intonations of reality.

I, also, posted this poem in the journal Writing in Snow, located in the folder Awardicon Items, in my writing.com port. I am Prosperous Snow.

Sunday, June 03, 2018

Silence



The interval
between the axon's transmission
and the dendrite' reception.

The pause
between the blue tinged sky
and the sun's rising.

The space
between the characters
of a word.

This is also posted in Writing in Snow, which is located under Awardicon Items in my writing.com port. There I am Prosperous Snow.

Monday, March 02, 2015

Meditation Monday: Silence, Tranquility, and Music

Kamal (Perfection), 1 ‘Alá’ (Loftiness), 171 BE - Monday, March 2, 2015 about 4:59 pm Pacific Standard Time

Silence encourages meditation and prayer. The house is never noise free, but sometimes the neighbors music stops pounding through the walls and the house becomes tranquil. At these times my mind feels the tranquility that accompanies the absence of modern music. I know that the music I listened to as a teenager and young adult was just as loud and distracting as that played by young adults today. I know that sometimes my parents and grandparents or their friends would shake their heads when I payed my music, but they never said anything to me about it. Therefore, I do not complain about the music I hear my neighbor play.

There are times during the day when I wish my neighbor would pick a different genre of music. I suspect my parents thought the same thing when I payed my music, but they never said anything. I know that my neighbor enjoys his music just as much I enjoyed and still enjoy mine. I accept all kinds of music because it reflects the culture and background of the individual.

As I write this the music has started again. The music is not as loud as before and this is the way the music goes all day. It starts, a song plays, it stops for a bit, and starts again at a lower volume. I think both my neighbor and I need to find jobs that get us out of the house during the day. I know that I need some time away from my apartment and I am sure he does as well.

Some of his music I enjoy listening to, but not all of it. There are some songs that are offensive; however, I am not the one playing the music. If it gets too offensive then I can t take a short walk to the alley. The problem with the offensive music is that it interferes with prayer and meditation. I have a blanket to put over my head so that I can cut down on visual distractions when I meditate. I think I need to purchase earplugs to cut down on auditory distractions.

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Spiritual Silence

Jamál (Beauty), 2 Jalál (Glory), 168 BE – Sunday, April 10, 2011 about 5:18 PM Pacific Time

Have you ever noticed how spiritual and tranquil silence feels? This is especially true at midnight or in the morning when you are the only person awake. The normal house noises are hushed, while the outside noises are distant echoes that your mind can ignore.

At these times, you are alone perhaps you have a prayer book or scripture verses. You sit on a couch and open the book to your favorite prayer. Then you begin to read the prayer aloud or you may recite a verse you have memorized. As you intone the verse you can feel the presence of God, there is no doubt that the Creator exists and love you.

This is the best time to write poetry because you are open to the influence of God’s word. You sit down at the computer and begin to compose, because your mind and soul are in harmony with the universe, the words, lines, and stanzas of a poem come easily. The poem seems to flow from your soul, like a wave rolling onto a beach. After the poem is finished, then you are ready to begin your day refreshed and tranquil.