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Nothing particular occurred*, yet everything is different.
Six or seven months ago, I was tormented by traffic noise, by neighbors’ noise – televisions, microwaves, toilets, voices, whistlers and whingers. I was accustomed to quiet rural habitats where the ambient stillness soothed my own mind’s noise. But now it was yapping on in a jungle of ‘people’ noise: unbearable. It drove me nuts.
Nothing, now, can touch this silence. Which is not to say that the world has become quiet. It’s a riddle I know, but in the same way that Emptiness is fullness, this Silence is sound-full. Every conceivable noise arises in IT, meets no resistance and dissolves back into IT.
In a totally inexplicable way, everything IS this silence.
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* the free-fall : 2002-03
echoes from emptiness 
Yes! One day I *heard* every sound/noise as OM – the singing of the Universe… Amazing. Delightful Music…
Beautiful, dear Christine.
Where is the OM?
Love, always
~ ml
The Om is the Singing Silence. IT is everywhere… 🙂
Yes!
Beautiful Sound…the sure fire way into this heart. Sound bypasses anything the mind throws up. A piercing arrow into Silence. Who would’ve thought?
I remember you mentioning this once before dear Leslie. Are you a singer or a musician by chance?
Who indeed!
So glad you *resonate* – aptly…
Love always
~ ml