Van Gogh

Van Gogh

Sunday 6 July 2014

“silence is the language of God,
 all else is poor translation.”
 ― Rumi


 I am certain that this wisdom dawns on most of us,quite late in life... late enough to have so much guilt and regret, that it eclipses our chance of reaching God sooner. But just like all eclipses, this eclipse is also brief and temporary.              

Silence like all other words has so many meanings, so many shades... Rumi talks of silence of contemplation, of introspection and of inner peace. In the silence of our hearts God speaks to us. Cause knowing oneself is knowing God. The noise in the head is the voice of logic, of reason, which noise tries to drown us and our link to God.

            But seriously, how many do take silence as a strength? silence is considered as a weakness. It is taken as a evidence of guilt. I don't know.... many are even scared of this silence inside. they try fill it with words, thoughts and create so much of noise that they cant even hear the voice of their inner self, telling us to be quiet and be still.   
   
            Here I am filling up pages and creating noise and thoughts to explain silence! Funny isn't it?

             All I want you to do is imagine a tiny cell, its tiny nucleus floating around in a pool of fluid, imagine the space within that cell... noiseless, filled with what we call essence of all life, imagine it filled with light, radiating all around it.That is the language of God!


Life happened to me...... I lost touch with myself and was living on a treadmill of activity. I just lost myself in the constant, relentless speed of today's world. Life was moving at such a speed that I started feeling breathless and upset. I started feeling really sad and unfulfilled. Untill, I watched a game of Tennis between Federer and Djokovich. I suddenly realised what was wrong! I had stopped loving what I was doing! It had become a routine for me. It had stopped to feel like the joy of my life. What went wrong?....
Words from poems stopped reciting in my mind....
music and songs stopped ringing in my ears..
colours of the sky stopped blooming in my eyes... 
I was saddened and disturbed by the  lack of rhythm in my life...But then, I saw a baby smile and it dawned on me.It dawned on me that what was lacking was the lack of wonder and enthusiasm.Passion for what we do is all very well to succeed but the embers of passion should not burn the delicate fabric of ease and flow of life which comes from being. Just being... going with flow.. letting the world float by...
what works for me is an early morning stroll on the beach. The breeze, the sound of waves and birds. The sky turning from dark blue to pink and then blue like a pretty baby's eyes.The feel of the sand flowing through my fingers.
                        

                        What do you do when Life becomes dreary? 




Beaches?


                                                                  


 Music?
                                                   


Sports?



Mountains?



Friends?

REPLENISH YOURSELF!