Birds
migrating to the south to taste some heat, bears and squirrels snoozing into
hibernation, misty dewdrops settling longer on the droopy leaves and milky
frost layering the space outside the window frames…winter has so much of melodious
music embroidered into it.
Like musical
dots or drops of music, winter sings a goldfuzzed song, the song of stillness,
the song of silence, the song of ether.
Amidst this
stillness, winter brings to light what was earlier hidden beneath the shadows
of the darkness. This song of silence reveals a music that is sweeter than the
music of rainbow and music of all colours. During winters, when everything is
silent and still, one can listen to the song that has always been present but
got buried under the noisy layers of thoughts.
But when
the winter arrives, the thoughts, all of them like reptiles go into hibernation
and this reveals the song of stillness, as if a glassy lake, a mirrory sunbeam,
a crystal-like fireball, a starry raindrop.
Herein is
the space where stillness speaks, where silence sings, where lakes dance. When
the noise created by the thoughts rests into hibernation, the spaciousness of
the mind reveals itself, singing an eternal song, that which resides beneath
all the unconscious layers of the mind. Thereupon, all the memories turn into a
land of gold, into sparkling dots of music that plays itself with freedom,
mightiness, majesty and power. But this power is not alike what the mind
perceives as power. It has no competition. It is independent of the dualistic
nature of the mind. It just plays its own beat perfectly.
Apart from
silence and stillness, the song of the winter plays a note of soothing healing
energy. When the layers of memories come to a standstill, the emotions surface
themselves so they can be heard, felt and healed. Healing happens of its own
accord.
So, winter
is arriving. Can you hear the song of the winter yet?
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