“There’s no translation for the sound of rain.”

Alan Watts

Our Plumeria tree had a lot to say this evening

The Satsangs with my teacher Wayne Liquorman often had opposing camps- those who loved just sitting in Silence with no talking and those who became agitated if the Silence went on too long. One regular attendee proclaimed that she HATED when people talked- not a big opening for the talking camp!

Wayne was always quick to point out that Silence has nothing to do with talking or not talking. One can be in Silence whether in the Himalayas or in the middle of a rock concert.

It is easy to forget that this Silence lives inside us, regardless of how our personality presents itself. Werner Erhard used to talk about life as a monopoly board where we all needed a piece to play the game. Everyone had a Scottie dog or battleship etc. taking them around the board. We all have this core access to Silence regardless of our type.

But often in this words can fail us, so I will leave you with one of my favorite poems.

Cutting Loose by William Stafford

Sometimes from sorrow, for no reason,

you sing. For no reason, you accept

the way of being lost, cutting loose from

all else and electing a world

where you go where you want to.

Arbitrary, a sound comes, a reminder

that a steady center is holding

all else. If you listen, that sound

will tell where it is, and you

can slide your way past trouble.

Certain twisted monsters

always bar the path—but that’s when

you get going best, glad to be

lost, learning how real it is

here on the earth, again and again.

I have so much appreciation for your reading and commenting on my posts. Because you are here, I have a beautiful opportunity to express myself- thank you!