When I sit in silence, I also run laps, sort of. I sit for 15 minutes on the cushion, then 15 minutes on the chair, then 15 minutes on the cushion...and so on. Every now and then, I have a thought that gets my attention. These thoughts are analogous to the animals I see when I am running.
Thoughts on Silence:
- Silence is like God Himself; indescribable.
- Silence is difficult to have.
- Silence is the most unproductive thing imaginable.
- Silence is a thing to be cherished, sought, loved, protected.
- Silence is difficult to enter, but the door is always open.
- Silence requires absolute renunciation; it seems I must want only it and have only it.
- Silence requires discipline.
- How do I contemplate silence? Do I try to grasp it with intellect? More likely I can only listen to it and watch it; in humility, gratitude and awe.
- Is a thought a noise?
- I am after the other worldly.
- I am most successful at finding silence if I maintain a consciousness of light.
- Silence has gifts to give.
- Silence is easily forgotten.
- Silence has nothing to say. It is a null, a no-thing an absence. When I am in silence, I too become a void.