Silence

Being quiet, sitting alone on the bank of a creek in the omnipresent stillness of the heat, where the air is only slightly disturbed as an occasional breeze blows gently, swaying and rustling the golden crowns of silky oak trees. I’m listening intently to the silence.

My mind becomes still, thoughts dissolve into the emptiness of the space inside my mind, finding peace, serenity and the light of my own divinity.

The sounds of my surrounds no longer belong to their makers; the delighted whistles and squeaks of the wrens becomes the sound of their songs; the cry of the black cockatoos as they feast on pine nuts becomes an alarm to make me aware; the cry of the ibis as he wings his way high above on the air currents is the echo of his flight. The plop of a lizard landing in the creek from an overhanging branch causes ripples across the glass-like surface of the waterhole, ripples spreading out as concentric circles of past action lapping at the reeds that grow thickly along the banks of the reedy creek, like a thought rippling through a mind, till the water becomes smoothed by time and stillness is unruffled once again in the silence. A fish swims up from the depths of the creek to swallow an unsuspecting water insect out boating on a hot, still day.

In my silence I am immersed in the world around, my being is absorbed into this creation. My mind is silent; all thoughts are still, I can see them, floating; motionless in the emptiness of space. My spirit has left my mind and body resting in harmony, peace and serenity. There is no longing or desire, no need or want, life is complete in just being. Spirit knows no words to break the silence; it rests in the wisdom of creation.