This hour of the morning is filled with silence. There is no way to break it.
As I enjoy this silent atmosphere my mind brims with silence – untold reciprocity between the universe and its entities.
I love the morning silence because that’s the only time I get to experience silence nowadays.
I can’t even hear the voices inside my head, as they too observe silence in solidarity. This must be how a floating rock in space feels, aimless and profound peace. My mind floats somewhere between the pages where a page is spilled with ink and cluttered with words, and a page is waiting to soak up fresh ideas.
I would’ve thought that my mind would be bored at this rather different composure. Because normally my mind is like a busy seashore filled with people of all kinds occupying every corner, and waves crashing nonstop. But no, the mind needs this peace and quiet to make room for more thoughts and ideas, perhaps.
Maybe, that’s why silence is welcomed at any time of the day. And this morning hour honors that silent moment to its best.
As the house wakes up slowly, the silence I enjoy is peeled off layer by layer. I enjoy that process of unraveling silence and welcoming sound bit by bit as well.
Tomorrow I will get to enjoy the quietness all over again again.
Written for #SoulfulSunday, an exercise to nourish our creative side, by listening to a 10 minute guided meditation followed by 10 minutes of writing, formulated by Esha and supported by Shilpa and yours truly on Sunday at 7 pm IST.
You are welcome to join this meditative writing session!