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
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.
Summary
We explore the multi-faceted nature of quiet, acknowledging its role as a sanctuary and a mysterious force that fills us with stillness. This stillness serves as the ultimate expression of our Nexistentialist perspective, affirming that existence is its own justification. Quiet not only surrounds us but becomes us, affirming our place in the grand choreography of the cosmos.
Glossarium
- Quietude: The realm of profound stillness that exists within and around us.
- Celestial Wanderers: Those who traverse the inner cosmos in search of meaning or sheer existence.
- Beingness: The ultimate state of existence, untethered to any cause or implication.
- Mischievous Sprite: A whimsiword for the ego, that which often distorts our perception of reality.
- Grand Cosmic Choreography: The all-encompassing pattern of existence that includes all beings and phenomena.
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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