Jeudi 4 juin 2009
The perceptions of things we see.
6 billion perceptions, probably in a way similar but at the same time all too different, of every thing that is existing or we think exists.
Connect with a song and everything in the world makes sense again. To be ridiculed by a person and the whole world is wrong. Our own cocoon of self lived perceived past, present and probable future life. Trying to make sense of my existence at all times. Forgetting to make sense and living the experience. Getting affected by the experience. Reliving the experience after it has passed. Projecting the future.
I think I am an unknown element trapped within a body incorporating various functions that make up the flesh and the mind. A complex state-of-the-art machine. A soul.
Silence conquers the heart. Silence fills the heart with unknown incomprehensible clarity of things as they are. Silence can integrate all words and no words. Silence can mean whatever you want it to mean. You give it a feeling, and it can mean something absolutely different than what it meant a moment prior to your new silence. Silence flows. Silence is flexible. Silence is broken by words. Silence is broken by thoughts. Silence is broken by noise. Silence can be broken by silence. And yet, you can find silence while speaking. Silence while listening. Silence in silence. Silence is the soul. My soul shouts its silence, but I hear it not. Sometimes, I get a glimpse of it. Then, more than a thousands rays of suns shine within me, near the temple of my heart. And my heart pumps hard and a feeling is created. We create millions of feelings everyday. We create thoughts, feelings, words, actions everyday. Is silence devoid of all this? Then, you cannot give silence a feeling. Or can silence coexist?
Silence has the answers. The answer is nothing.
Why am I looking for an answer?
6 billion perceptions, probably in a way similar but at the same time all too different, of every thing that is existing or we think exists.
Connect with a song and everything in the world makes sense again. To be ridiculed by a person and the whole world is wrong. Our own cocoon of self lived perceived past, present and probable future life. Trying to make sense of my existence at all times. Forgetting to make sense and living the experience. Getting affected by the experience. Reliving the experience after it has passed. Projecting the future.
I think I am an unknown element trapped within a body incorporating various functions that make up the flesh and the mind. A complex state-of-the-art machine. A soul.
Silence conquers the heart. Silence fills the heart with unknown incomprehensible clarity of things as they are. Silence can integrate all words and no words. Silence can mean whatever you want it to mean. You give it a feeling, and it can mean something absolutely different than what it meant a moment prior to your new silence. Silence flows. Silence is flexible. Silence is broken by words. Silence is broken by thoughts. Silence is broken by noise. Silence can be broken by silence. And yet, you can find silence while speaking. Silence while listening. Silence in silence. Silence is the soul. My soul shouts its silence, but I hear it not. Sometimes, I get a glimpse of it. Then, more than a thousands rays of suns shine within me, near the temple of my heart. And my heart pumps hard and a feeling is created. We create millions of feelings everyday. We create thoughts, feelings, words, actions everyday. Is silence devoid of all this? Then, you cannot give silence a feeling. Or can silence coexist?
Silence has the answers. The answer is nothing.
Why am I looking for an answer?
posted by manu at 6:31 AM
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