I am empty today; there is a stillness in me – a peaceful stillness; the kind of serene, calm and fulfilling stillness that one can visualize as being in a boat in the middle of a lake in the early morning hours of a moonlit night...that’s the kind of emptiness I feel as I write this...an enriching emptiness, a peaceful inward reflection...
How can we capture these vacuum of thoughts; or is the vacuum itself a space for breeding of more thoughts? The punctuation of silence and the grammar of thoughts interspersed by sighs from deep within, are they the embryo of new thoughts that are yet to get birth, or are they the whisper of the process of crystallizing experience of living?
Whatever be the definition, it is essential at times that we have these patches of stillness; these space of silence. A few moments away from the crowd and its race towards tomorrow...; a few moments of passionate soulful bonding with one’s own self, listening to the rhythm of breath, the surprise in seeing with awe the lines of wrinkles on the knuckles, softly caressing the pores and lines of our own skin’s ageing and the silent reflection of the corridors of time it passed through; I am yet to see anyone who has marked in their calendar of activities a meeting with one’s own self...; Shahir marking in his diary a meeting with Shahir himself to discuss his concerns and celebrate his achievements... a conscious attempt to spare some time to contemplate and look inward to see what is glowing, and to replace the fused bulbs.
Would that be like re-fuelling our vehicles? How much are we taxing us by not giving this honor to our own self? How are we rewarding us?
What is the point, Shahir?
The point is, that it is Ok to be still; it’s Ok to be silent; it’s Ok to be doing nothing; it’s Ok not to produce for a while, if that while will bring forth better products and results a little while after. It’s Ok...to feel on your fingers the water from a running tap and hear the low and high octaves of its sound with the curiosity of a child; it’s OK to lie on the bed a little longer than the clock’s ticking of time’s arrival; it’s Ok...to walk on the grass and feel its blades between our toes...
It’s Ok...
...it’s simply Ok...to discover the intuitive currents of natural wisdom of life in the perceived nothingness of existence.
It's Ok..., really.
Shahir
This article was originally written on February 06, 2009.
