Silence It Is

A space, infinitesimal space, a gap in the middle, 
The mind still, caught in the middle ground, 
Observing, observer and observation suspended, 
That, with no definition, makes It's presence felt, 
It isn't exclusive, It is available to everybody,
Try to monopolize It, watch It disappear in an instant,  
It doesn't seek to convince, It doesn't like language,
It prefers if silence communicates, silence It is.  

The Morning – we define it…

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The morning has some amazing qualities, there is a capturing silence that pervades the whole area around you. You start to see the beginning of the sunrise and the birds that chirping melodious to a sound that they can probably hear from the other end of the universe. Such beautiful melodies that no human mind can touch.

I have often wondered that a morning really helps define the day. If I wake up with gratitude and joy, I tend to face the situations of day to day life, minute to minute situations with a little bit more aliveness. However, if I wake up grumpy and miserable then I feel like the world is trying to attack me. Yes, the very world that I have created. I, myself am the architect of my reality that is ruled by sensual perceptions. This is true for all of us right now or before we attain some sort of spiritual awakening.

Going back to waking up with gratitude and happiness, it’s not that the world doesn’t attack us, or people do not upset us in the day. They do what they need to do. However, it will not hit you as hard as it does for those that wake up in a ‘bad’ mood.

We truly define our morning as well as our own day. If I want to, if I have woken up in the morning absolutely miserable, I can remind myself that ‘I, myself am the architect of my reality.’ This time without sense perception of what I see, hear, touch, taste or smell. This time, there is no interference. To the point, that I am able to even transcend the thought ‘I, myself am the architect of my reality.’ 

This would lead me to a thoughtless state of just observing and being aware. This is not just me, but the story of you too. This is the story for all of us. One day, we will all travel to a point where we touch the edge of a thoughtless experience (as I am listening to Hans Zimmer’s No Time for Caution from Interstellar) and choose to either dwell in it or turn our backs to it.

The choice is mine and yours.

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