I wake up in silence.
Silence doesn’t always have a colour as such,
But it does have a feeling to it.
I’m used to heaviness, near dullness.
That’s a grey silence, if you will.
Hard to see through, hard to makesenseof.
Words and images just behind the grey.
That’s an oppressive quiet,
It’s usually caused by too much media,
(My human is kind of stupid),
And results in too large a headache.
(Stupid human, reinforced).
This is different.
I stick my tongue o-u-t,
Waggle it about,
Maybe I can taste it, this silence.
It’s airy, I suppose.
This silence is e x p a n s i v e, freeing
I not only see through it,
I see with it.
The silence in here makes the outside world louder, clearer,
My human says.
Hello, I try.
Something meaner, something sure to elicit a reaction.
I say something, shout it.
The words don’t echo the way they usually do,
Bouncing off in the strangest angles,
Coming back each time, reinforced,
Nor do they sit there,
Growing until they could be painted in emotion.
They float around.
up till they f l o a t away ~
The silence is still there.
I’m used to the rumble of worries,
A background noise, with occasional honks and jarring screeches.
I’m used to the churning of analysis,
Replayed scenes, scenes reviewed.
I’m used to the anticipated reactions,
Voices, images, flushes of emotion.
This is different.
This is silence.
Dread would pass by,
Seizing the heart for just a moment,
In knowing this too shall pass.
How scared this human is,
Of losing what it has,
Of losing everything.
But this silence treats Dread differently,
As welcome as love, or happiness,
Just a wave and he walks on.
This silence tells my human what it really wants,
Shows it how things truly are,
We are closer than ever before,
My human and I,
I am its awareness, after all,
And right now,
It’s almost as though
We are one.
Poet’s Note: So in case this confused you, have you realised we have two voices inside our head? One is the one we use while reading to ourselves, our own voice that we control, and the other is the mind, the never ending train of thoughts that is often so subtle it goes unnoticed.
So Mindfulness and meditation is all about becoming quiet and being aware, and this is basically what I’ve tried to capture. How the first voice inside our heads – our awareness, I suppose – can finally see the world and be at peace because the background noise has stopped, if only for the present moment.
After all, it is the present that matters most.