Without Sound
Can one be one’s own spirit guide? I ask, but the answer is as the wind, a fleeting sense of motion, caressing fingers of reply glimpsed from the corner of my soul’s-eye.
Silence, my constant companion, hand-mate of isolation as I await the sound, the picture, the word, the touch of the guide with whom my heart longs to connect. In meditation I seek, through the distance of eternity: harmony, joy, peace, fulfillment, balance.
In silence I write, my head filled with the multitudes peopling my imagination: voices unheard knocking at my soul; fingers unfelt stroking through the essence of my life. In isolation, I am never alone. My being is crowded with the stories that layer my existence. Sometimes, I am lost even to myself. My spirit guides, I know not where.
Solitude is only bearable with God. “How still is he who knows the truth of what he speaks.” (A Course in Miracles)
Listen to the silence. Listen to the voice that is without sound. That is where the answers lie.
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Most people fear silence. Alone, with no distraction, one is only accompanied by one’s own self. It takes courage to go there, and to know yourself.
But this is the first step of anything worthwhile. If you don’t know yourself, how can you possibly know what you want in life?