'A scholar said: Speak of Talking. And he answered, saying: You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts. And when you can no longer dwell in the solitude of your heart, you live in your lips, sound is a diversion and a pastime. In much of your talking, thinking is half murdered. For thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of words may indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly. There are those among you who seek the talkative through fear of being alone. The silence of aloneness reveals to their eyes their naked selves and they would escape. And there are those who talk, and without knowledge or forethought reveal a truth which they themselves do not understand. And there are those who have the truth within them, but they tell it not in words. In the bosom of such as these the spirit dwells in rhythmic silence. When you meet your friend on the roadside or in the marketplace, let the spirit in you move your lips and direct your tongue. Let the voice within your voice speak to the ear of his ear. For his soul will keep the truth of your heart as the taste of the wine is remembered. When the colour is forgotten and the vessel is no more.' ~ Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet
Sunday a week ago I attended a Hatha Yoga and meditation workshop ~ a morning of purification and Stillness. It was challenging to start the practice of silence immediately upon arrival and maintain it throughout the morning, no smiles or talking with the eyes! It's amazing to become aware of how much we have learned to rely on spoken and unspoken communication and how much it distracts us from our centre and can somehow mask the true beauty of our Beings.
The workshop was awakening and transformative, an exercise in dropping all our pretenses and reconnecting with Stillness. It was freeing to just BE. I was quietly contemplative during and was left feeling peaceful and contented afterwards. A beautiful experience in a beautiful place with like-minded souls. There was an oriental garden, winter morning sunshine shining through the windows onto the wooden floor of the cozy practice room, sweet incense burning, crystals and soft chanting music. There were Tibetan bowls and peppermint tea and Yoga Asanas (postures) and Pranayama (breath work) and silence and Oneness. There was holding hands in a circle and communal 'OMs' in harmony to close our time together. It was inspiring! Namaste.