There is a faint voice inside my head
No it's not me, nor a fragment of my insanity
It's there, its clear, it's talking beside my bed
Before i thought it was me, but it sees things that i can't see
At first i thought i should not listen to this
but it has a way of knowing things directly without basis
And things turn out the way this voice would say
Then I learn to trust this voice come what may
This still silent voice has become a friend now
Most of the time its silent i dont miss it anyhow
Yet it speaks of love so true,
A constant companion in my lonely journey too
Have you ever experienced just one minute of real total deafening inner silence? It happens when your mind stops thinking and you stop talking to yourself. There is absolutely no internal dialogue involved even for a brief brief one minute. Carlos Castaneda says that we maintain our world through internal dialogue==the world is just the way it is because that is how we maintain it as it is. But then if we are able to stop internal dialogue==the world collapses---the world stops. Nothing is ever the same again. We arrive at a plateau where everything is possible and impossible; where there are no words to describe the indescribable; a crack between reality and illusion; where miracles are made; and where the kosmos can be experienced. This is what others refer as deep contemplation; where the normal senses of self and soul are eradicated by a higher indescribable definition. Where ego melts in the direct experience of the empty and the unknowm; where we are reminded of our fleeting experience of beautiful life; where we taste a glimpse of our eternal belongingness and our temporal pettiness. This is where hope is unquenchable and love reigns and from this utter silence a new world is born!:smile: