As Jalaluddin Rumi said:
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.
Silence is painful, but in silence things take form, and we must wait and watch. In us, in our secret depth, lies the knowing element which sees and hears that which we do not see nor hear. All our perceptions, all the things we have done, all that we are today, dwelt once in that knowing, silent depth, that treasure chamber in the soul. And we are more than we think, We are more than we know. That which is more than we think and know is always seeking and adding to itself while we are doing – or think we are doing nothing. But to be conscious of what is going in our depth is to help it along. When subconsciousness becomes consciousness, the seeds in our winter-clad selves turn to flowers, and the silent life in us sings with all its might. —Khalil Gibran
“Every soul innately yearns for stillness, for a space,
a garden where we can till, sow, reap, and rest, and by
doing so come to a deeper sense of self and our place in
the universe. Silence is not an absence but a presence.
Not an emptiness but repletion. A filling up. ~Anne LeClaire
A day of silence
can be a pilgrimage itself.
A Day of Silence
Can help you listen
To the Soul play
Its marvelous lute and drum.
Is not most talking
A crazed defense of a crumbling fort?
I thought we came here
To surrender to Silence,
To yield to Light and Happiness,
To Dance within
In celebration of Love’s Victory!
I Heard God Laughing: Renderings of Hafiz
by Daniel Ladinsky.
To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; A time to get, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war, and a time of peace.
Sometimes the chatter of our endless thoughts slows. Sometimes it disappears. There–in the midst of our washing dishes or getting ready for work–right in the middle of our ordinary day–we’ll feel the sacred, the divine, in the stillness and silence which is always present. Yet we so often miss that presence because we’re so filled with our daily doings which can sabatoge the silence, hold it at gunpoint, create terrorist craziness in our lives. Seek ye the silence within, dear readers, and so shall I. –me.
We talk to ourselves incessantly about our world. In fact we maintain our world with our internal talk. And whenever we finish talking to ourselves about ourselves and our world, the world is always as it should be. We renew it, we rekindle it with life, we uphold it with our internal talk. Not only that, but we also choose our paths as we talk to ourselves. Thus we repeat the same choices over and over until the day we die, because we keep on repeating the same internal talk over and over until the day we die. A warrior is aware of this and strives to stop his internal talk. –Don Juan via Carlos Castaneda