SILENCE, the serene sound of no-mind when sitting in my first meditation thirty years ago. That was the beginning. Later, like everyone else, I got to experience the monkey mind of two thousand thoughts competing for my attention so I could earn the right for SILENCE again by allowing those thoughts to dance across my mind without my attention or participation, enabling me to teach others the difference.
SILENCE, the cold echoing down long hallways when I’m waiting for an answer.
SILENCE, the best response I can make when someone hurts me; I will not fight.
SILENCE, the most appropriate response I can make when someone’s in pain. I’ve learned the hard way to allow others to live their lives however they choose, while waiting patiently to help them–the instant they ask for it.