It seems like its been ages from the last time ive had complete silence. Complete and restful silence. Nothing in the world could compare to how happy I was that day in 1st grade. It was in the bathroom and some boys just left it and I decided to stop walking to the sink for some reason. Do you want to know what I herd? absolutely NOTHING but silence, just pure silence! It was lovely, the silence felt like father time ceased to exist and I had gone of into my own land, that didnt exist.
And at that single moment in time, I knew that my little child mind would never be the same. I knew that because I heard nothing, this feeling, this state of mind, this feeling of true extacy would not last long.
Sadly my little corner of space left me within a few milliseconds, and some children walked in blabing to each other about the little things little kids talk about. Sadly, I was forced to walk out (after washing my hands) because the teacher wouldnt let more then a few kids in at time.
That fealing, that state of mind, that feeling of true exticy would never come back for the rest of my life. I will die before I would EVER be able to here that lovely silent sound again.
There are some nice spots where I go to have total silence - out in the woods, by my favorite lake, up on a mountain top... they're not easy to find and you shouldn't tell anyone once you find them, that way they can't find you when you want to escape
ReplyDeleteWhen all the outside sounds are gone the first few moments are magical, peaceful. Then the inside sounds begin to take over. Thoughts, voices, rhythms emerge from the deep and get louder and louder until I can't stand it any more.
ReplyDeletemy Godson's hug, a baby's laugh, a completed job, my gardens, the company of a good friend... that golden silence is where you least expect it, is something that will not reveal itself to the timid but comes willingly to the poorest of us all...
ReplyDeleteThe last time I experienced silence was deep in a forest, thick with snow, an hour or so before dawn. That was some years ago, before I damaged my ears under water. Now I listen to constant whistles in my head - so sometimes I focus on the memory of silence, and imagine it is real.
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