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May 17, 2012

Silent. Quiet. Calm.

There are words I could type here. Stories I could tell.

 

But what if, instead of words, we turned to quiet.

 

Quiet.

Still.

 

Also: The Quiet Place Project.

And this: Breathing Space.

Photo by Jill Barth

This silence, this moment, every moment, if it’s genuinely inside you, brings what you need. There’s nothing to believe. Only when I stopped believing in myself did I come into this beauty. Sit quietly, and listen for a voice that will say, ‘Be more silent.’ Die and be quiet. Quietness is the surest sign that you’ve died. Your old life was a frantic running from silence. Move outside the tangle of fear-thinking. Live in silence.

~ Rumi

 

 

Silence

~ Billy Collins

There is the sudden silence of the crowd
above a player not moving on the field,
and the silence of the orchid.

 

The silence of the falling vase
before it strikes the floor,
the silence of the belt when it is not striking the child.

 

The stillness of the cup and the water in it,
the silence of the moon
and the quiet of the day far from the roar of the sun.

 

The silence when I hold you to my chest,
the silence of the window above us,
and the silence when you rise and turn away.

 

And there is the silence of this morning
which I have broken with my pen,
a silence that had piled up all night

 

like snow falling in the darkness of the house—
the silence before I wrote a word
and the poorer silence now.
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Jill Barth

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