My soul falls deeper and deeper into silence.
The more I meditate, the more I am drawn inside myself,
into the depths of this silence.
I say the word, silence and I find myself going deep into that silence.
The word silence alone becomes so beautiful.
A connotation of everything I love.
Silence is God.
In the silence of the night, I sense God acutely.
In the depths of my being is silence.
There I am intimately united with God.
I feel God in the silence of my being,
in the depths of my being.
Silence becomes like a song, albeit without words.
It is a resounding sound of Silence.
Within the depths of my soul,
silence gives birth to awakening.
Awakening the Divine in me.
Awakening The God in me.
Little wonder Ramana Maharshi said, silence is the best teacher.
He stayed in silence, speaking little.
His silence speaks more than words of the greatest masters, teachers in life.
He dwells in silence.
He lives in silence.
Silence is his companion and his home.
He makes his home with silence.
He seldom leaves it, foraying out only when he really needs to.
And then he would voice only the necessary.
He realizes everything in silence, his life, his life with God.
His endless ceaseless communion with God.
When he has that silence, what else does he need?
Everything is contained in that silence.
For Silence is the Universe, Silence is God.
Silence is this immensity that contains all.
Silence is God.
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