By William Henry Tucker
There is silence in everything and in everyone. There is silence in the moment, in the past and in the future. Silence is captured in the past and encompasses the whole of the future. In silence are answers to questions we have yet to ask. In silence is mirth and majesty. Silence exists in the rocks and mountains and in the streams and clouds above. Silence is essential. Seek the silence within yourself. Discover it within others. The journey of life is one of exploration. Our journey is momentary. Make the most of your days.
Our time is as nothing compared with the life of a mountain. These rocks have age we humans can accurately calculate, yet we are nothing to them. Age? We are as children before them. Play. Lift the grim cloak from about your shoulders. The rocks are old. We are still young and enlightened. To think ourselves otherwise is to be at odds with our essential nature.
The rocks are wise. They know enough to go with the flow of life around them or be eroded to nothing. Go with the flow of the oncoming rapids and rushes. Go with the days as they present themselves to you. Golden, bright days will follow and dark, velvet nights and the stars like diamonds in their courses.
We do not live apart from the spectacle that surrounds us. We are a part of this incredible life; coming to this life without pretensions, winding our way, determined or meandering, until we enter into the infinite. We are never alone and never separate from this life; never far from the silence within and without and surrounding our life.
Blink and we miss each other. Touch and we connect. We are one when we stand silent in the wind, before the waves, in the water. Sit by the rocks, look upon the mountains that rise on these plains. Let the other beings of this life be among you. Be among them.
Even though we cannot sometimes accept one another or the wonders we share, even if we deny ourselves these splendors, they exist. We must count ourselves as among these wonders. Each of us amazing, though we are as temporary as the silence we seek.
There is a divinity in everything. There is within all things, a modest, ethereal aspect. It is glorious, mysterious, ephemeral. There is silence in the trees, in the water, in the air around us. There is silence without and within and it is magnificent.