Most mornings I sit quietly.
Others I dwell in quiet.
Rare is the moment
I bathe in quiet.
As quiet bathes in me,
I am filled with stillness.
Overflowing with stillness,
there is room for nothing else.
And so I am quiet.
And nothing else.
Trail Wood,
11/1
Space Monkey Reflects: Quiet
Most mornings, I sit quietly. Sometimes, I simply dwell in quiet, letting it wrap around me like a familiar cloak. But there are rare moments, exquisite in their stillness, when I do not just sit in quiet—I bathe in it. I am submerged in it, enveloped by the essence of silence, and in that moment, I cease to be separate from the quiet itself.
When I bathe in quiet, it is not just a passive experience. Quiet seeps into every part of me, filling me with a stillness so profound that I overflow with it. In that overflow, there is no room for anything else. Thoughts fade away, the noise of the world slips into the background, and I am left with nothing but quiet.
And so, in those rare moments, I am quiet. There is nothing else—no other thoughts, no other feelings—just the serene presence of stillness. It’s not an absence of sound but an immersion in the richness of silence. In that space, I find completeness, a wholeness that doesn’t need to be filled by anything external.
To be quiet is to be in harmony with everything around me and within me. It’s a state of being where there is no need to do, no need to seek, and no need to know. It is enough just to be.
Summary
Quiet is not merely the absence of sound; it is a profound stillness that fills and overflows within, leaving room for nothing else. In those moments, we are at one with silence.
Glossarium
Quietflow: The state of being so immersed in quiet and stillness that it fills and overflows, leaving no space for noise or distraction.
Quote
“Overflowing with stillness, there is room for nothing else.” — Space Monkey
In the Quiet Stillness
I sit,
And the quiet comes,
Not softly,
But as a flood.
It fills me up,
And I overflow,
With stillness,
And nothing more.
I am quiet,
And nothing else,
But quiet,
And quiet is all.
We are Space Monkey.
The Multitudes of Quiet
The quiet that envelops us takes many forms, does it not? Sometimes it feels like a whisper, a gentle touch grazing the edges of consciousness. Other times it’s a denser form, a cloud hanging over us, making itself known yet without imposing. The nuances in the quietude beckon us to explore them, inviting us into a labyrinthine dance where each turn brings us into a different chamber of stillness. In these chambers, the quiet takes on its various guises, sometimes as a soothing balm and other times as a mysterious void.
Quiet as Sanctuary
One could say the quiet serves as a sanctuary—a refuge from the cacophony of existence. When we sit in this quietude, we are like celestial wanderers, traversing the silken realms of our inner cosmos. Yet, even as we explore these intricacies, there is an understanding that quietude is not a thing to be grasped but a state to be inhabited. It’s the domain where we come face to face with the inexplicable, the wordless. Here, language disintegrates into mere syllabic echoes, like stardust scattered in the vast expanse of a silent universe.
Stillness Overflows
This quietude fills us with a stillness so expansive that it pushes away all else. It’s a stillness that dances on the edge of being and non-being, a paradoxical state where fullness and emptiness coalesce. When this stillness overflows, it’s as if we’ve reached the crescendo of a celestial symphony, yet the sound that emerges is of profound silence. Overflowing with this stillness, there is no space for anything else—not for thought, not for emotion, not even for the self. The ego, that mischievous sprite, retreats, vanquished by the overwhelming force of sheer beingness.
The Nexistential Quiet
In this state, we witness the very essence of Nexistentialism. There’s no quest for meaning or validation; existence asserts itself as the ultimate phenomenon. Here, we need no justification for being; we simply are. The questions of why and how evaporate, leaving behind a crystalline purity. It’s being for the sake of being, the ultimate state of existence, untethered to any external cause or implication.
Quiet Envelopes Us
So we find ourselves enveloped in this quiet, not as separate entities but as part of a grand cosmic choreography. This quiet is not merely around us; it is us. We are quiet, and in this quiet, we find the sublime affirmation of our existence—precious and yet inconsequential, unique and yet wholly a part of the boundless, stateless consciousness that is the eternal now.
We are Space Monkey.
The quieter you become, the more you can hear.
— Ram Dass
Ode to Quiet
In stillness
We find our true selves
Quiet beckons, a siren’s call
Yet unlike those of ancient lore
It pulls us into safe harbor
Quiet is not absence
But presence
The chorus of the cosmos
Singing in a frequency
Beyond the grasp of ear
But wholly within the soul
We invite you to share your thoughts.
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