REGNUM SILENCE
Have you ever heard this word, “Silence is golden”, nothing can be truer than this.
And like the heat of the desert. You silence the uproar of foreigners; as heat is reduced by the shadow of a cloud, so the song of the ruthless is stilled.
Poetry is an orphan of silence. The words never quite equal the experience behind them. _Charles Simic.
We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature - trees, flowers, grass- grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence... We need silence to be able to touch souls. _Mother Theresa.
This is because in uncontaminated silence, we can draw virtue from even the most littlest of things.
If we had a keen vision of all that is ordinary in human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow or the squirrel's heart beat, and we should die of that roar which is the other side of silence._ George Elliott.
Like the birds flying away and chattering as if they are in a gossip session.
In the Realm of pure and licit silence, you converse with the smell of trees in the forest, communicating with them through the window of your soul while standing before a column of trees beholding their beauty in everlasting awe and curious symphony like that's your purpose of existence not minding the fact that it is temporal and superficially fleeting like the flinging of the back of your hand in a spasm.
I have learned silence from the talkative, toleration from the intolerant, and kindness from the unkind; yet, strange, I am ungrateful to those teachers. _Khalil Gibran.
The water in a vessel is sparkling; the water in the sea is dark. The small truth has words which are clear; the great truth has great silence. _Rabindranath Tagore.
You are one with the trees in the forest or Savannah, they become your friends, as you become merged into an inseparable being in a state of acute and unbroken silence.
In the Realm of Silence, you walk through the trees and the forest while they walk through you, like you have become intertwined with them, smelling the forest, listening to the birds sing in their melodic, untainted, natural and sonorous voices.
Meditation is to be aware of every thought and of every feeling, never to say it is right or wrong, but just to watch it and move with it. In that watching, you begin to understand the whole movement of thought and feeling. And out of this awareness comes silence. _ Jiddu Krishnamurti.
On and on you walk, like you have been enchanted to the swinging of the branches of the palm trees,the Baobab trees, you become eternally lost to the influence of the forest as you continue on your endless traversing of it like it's an ocean that has no orifice.
In the End, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends. _Martin Luther King Jr.
You become intertwined to the swishing and indistinct hissing of trees, you hear the insect sing at night, you hear the Owl hoot, the wolf bark, the nightingale dance across the night sky, you are forever blown away and struck at the heart from the dazzling comeliness of the Peacock, when it displays it feathers in the night sky, and even at the break of dawn.
Silence is as deep as eternity, speech as shallow as time. _Thomas Caryle.
Then you hear the Lion roar, forever distorting you from your Realm of Silence, whilst making your spirit flee from your body through the dismemberment of fear, from the annals of broken time, thereby leaving your body crumbling like melting ice to the forest floor.
Silence is the inn where desires are refined into fruition, it is then no wonder to man that WORDSWORTH would define Poetry as an offshoot of Silence/Tranquility.
In the Realm of silence, you feel even the grasses in your garden winking at you with their innocent blades while on a casual conversation traversing it in the sanctum of licit silence.
Yoga is the settling of the mind into silence. When the mind has settled, we are established in our essential nature, which is unbounded Consciousness. Our essential nature is usually overshadowed by the activity of the mind. _Patanjali.
In the Realm of Silence, you feel the throes of mother earth beneath you asking that you pay obeisance to her for not opening up and swilling you and your entrails in your moments of high mental fluidity.
In the Realm of Silence, you can feel the beauty of the cosmos in all it fluorescent aperture from which we feel a microcosm of the Heavens in it's inimitable grandeur.
Soon silence will have passed into legend. Man has turned his back on silence. Day after day he invents machines and devices that increase noise and distract humanity from the essence of life, contemplation, meditation. _ Jean Arp.
In the Realm of Utter Silence, man is lost completely to time and it's intricate manipulative tendencies while being completely lost in the NOW which can be so fleeting like a prey bird chasing it's breakfast.
In the Realm of Silence, we tap into the unsearchable and indescribable wealth of the transient mind which are infinitesimally indescribable, wealth like we have never seen before in this side of the great divide.
One of the greatest attacks of the enemy is to make you busy, to make you hurried, to make you noisy, to make you distracted, to fill the people of God and the Church of God with so much noise and activity that there is no room for prayer. There is no room for being alone with God. There is no room for silence. There is no room for meditation. _Paul Washer.
In the Realm of Lucid Silence, we access the vast,rich and incomprehensible beauty of the sky when it's in different shades of blue,grey, white, orange, a rainbow of colours which temporarily dulls the mind into exclusion making you to be forever blown away by the awesomeness of the heavenly bodies in the speed of the now.
At this time you feel like you have transversed the English Channel and you are back not realizing that you never moved even an inch from where you are, you have always been there all this while but your mind played an unrepealable gimmick on you.
Nature's music is never over; her silences are pauses, not conclusions. _Mary Web.
In the Realm of Silence, you feel the smell of the wind against your sweat caked skin occasioned and inflicted on your body by the day's work.
In the Realm of Silence, you feel like nature is singing a tune of naturally flowing cadence to the chambers of your soul with irredeemable melody that is hard and impossible to resist, you are completely wrapped up in an indivisible romance with the sweet and unrecognisable voices that permits nature at that cursory glance.
Silence is the sleep that nourishes wisdom._ Francis Bacon.
In the Realm of genuine Silence, when you listen to a song, it seems as if you achieve wholeness with that song, like the it has been locked and sewed around the very chambers of your soul, and when you chant it's lyrics from that time, it seems the whole of your being is in complete effulgence of the song as you have achieved oneness with it, your soul sings for joy as you become lost to the element of time and are completely caught in the fleeting world created by the singer.
This is exactly the realm I get to when I listen to ENYA's Melancholy songs, which have become strewn across a plethora of Medieval Movies, ranging from THE LORD OF THE RINGS TRILOGY to IN THE NAME OF KING and a host of others that are too numerous to recount at this juncture.
In the Realm of Silence, While listening to ENYA, I feel the lyrics of her songs calling to my spirit and my spirit ascending to realms unknown even though I am still in the flesh while being in the now.
Learn to get in touch with the silence within yourself, and know that everything in life has purpose. There are no mistakes, no coincidences, all events are blessings given to us to learn from. _Elizabeth Kubler Ross.
ENYA's songs calls out to my soul in the realm of Silence from the realm of Noise while playing the tune aloud with my music box, it breaks through the streams of time, locating my unguarded mind, unlocking it temporarily, causing it to sway and then completely encapsulating it in the grip of her unheard but inescapable melodic reality created exclusively only by her instruments.
In the Realm of Silence, ENYA'S songs calls deeply to the core of my being, thereby making me fluffy like mere stakes flaking outside in the wind due to her enchanting and bewitching melodic tunes that have become an everlasting well spring of invisible solace to my once shattered soul which is now being emancipated from the valley of Damocles whilst in the Mediterranean Desert that houses the oasis of life ceaselessly hanging from the annals of time.
Silence is one of the great arts of conversation. _Marcus Tullious Cicero.
In the Realm of Silence, nothing is impossible to concoct and achieve as impossible is only experienced in the realm of Noise, the ream where the mind body, mouth and eyes dominate.
It is only in the Realm of genuine and unabashed Silence, can you beat time, manipulate it however you can, be it God and bend it completely to your will however fleeting the act of silence maybe.
He who does not understand your silence will probably not understand your words. _Elbert Hubbard.
It is only in the Realm of genuine Silence that a man achieves total wholeness with his being, grab the infinite potentials he harbours within as opposed to what is visible without And as opposed to the noisy corridors supplied by it's eternal adversary TIME.
You enjoy the smell of the woods which perfumes your body when you emerge from it in the invisible gently caressing morning current.
Everything that's created comes out of silence. Your thoughts emerge from the nothingness of silence. Your words come out of this void. Your very essence emerged from emptiness. All creativity requires some stillness. _Wayne Dyer.
In the Realm of genuine Silence, it seems that time Becomes still,pauses and is being felt in its wholeness by the Silent.
Silence is a true friend who never betrays. _Confucius.
The Realm of SILENCE is a state of utter exclusion from the activities of this plaque called civilization even while amidst them in a train whilst temporarily in transit or even in the midst of an animated discussion.
After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music. _ Aldous Huxley.
So endeavour always to crave for the Realm of Virgin silence, that is real and unadulterated despite the environment you find yourself.
Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, only a signal shown, and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another, only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence. _Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
SILENCE IS achievable, it is not a myth that is preserve for some so-called iconoclastic demi-gods recognized and manufactured by Society in a quest for dominance over certain idealism.
Above all, Be Silence and let Silence be you and inside of you and you will forever be in the NOW.
Thank God you enjoyed Cascading Sound of silence and was even more blessed with REGNUM SILENCE
And of a truth, PEACE IS STILLNESS AND STILLNESS IS PEACE.
I just watched the video you shared to me and it's a very interesting song. Thanks alot for sharing the link @Julius Skoolafish.