Silence

and tidal range

We have no WiFi, no tv. The mobile signal is patchy, it comes and goes.

I am connected without distractions. I sit in silence. In this silence I connect with nature and truth. Of course there is no silence, there is always the thumping of your heart. The pulsing in the veins of my legs, the gentle breath that changes from time to time, subtle or less subtle sounds of breeze or rain or passers by, dogs, engines, tinnitus, these all form a symphony. Be quiet, be aware. Feel the pulsing life in thighs and arms and head and hands and feet. The nose that sometimes breathes in through one nostril then changes to the other every twenty minutes or so. The beat of the pulse in my ears. Pay attention, you can feel the blood surge.

I got rid of desire long ago. Occasionally some brief lust, or wish for this or that comes flashing through and I let it go, let it float off like a bubble. I have no need of desire. I have love. Constant love for the coming and going. For the flow. For the Tao. Not a needy love, just a joyous appreciation for what is, of the dawn and the nightfall, of the birds chatter and their nighttime silence, the sun and the rain and wind and waves and autumn fruits and winter mushrooms and squash and spring greens. For summer flowers and autumn seed pods. For clothes made of cotton and walking barefoot on sand or rocks. I have no desire and so I have no hate. Desire is the egg of hate and fear and uncontrollable ego. I have peace and love and silence. When I was homeless and had nothing I had these things too, that is where I found them, in hunger and poverty. Now I have a home and a car and nice clothes but they are nothing compared to silence.

There is no silence. Each moment there is life. No, I have never been bored in my life.

I've read the books about buddhism and meditation many hundreds of them and I practiced what they taught me, but all the teaching in the world cannot teach you how to meditate. In fact they get in the way of meditation. The way to learn about meditation is to meditate. The teaching showed me a direction but revealed nothing of the truth. The truth is beyond words. The truth is in silence.

A photo of my room.