03 May The Silence In the Middle of a Storm
There are storms which overtake your existence. Which change everything you are doing, where you are going, where you want to go. Which uproot the very foundation of your existence.
In the middle of such storms is silence. Not the silence of death or pain or even fatigue. It is the silence of rebirth. It is the silence of an early morning, at the break of dawn. It is the silence of possibilities.
This silence has no reason, no logic, no physical manifestation. It is just there. You feel it. You know it is there. Whether anyone else sees it or not, is immaterial. It is a part of you which believes, beyond all the impossibility, all the craziness, all the “stuff,” all the hate, all the failure, all the pain, all the suffering, all the waiting, all the yearning, which believes beyond all of that, that what you want will manifest, has to manifest. No one can stop it. You don’t need to justify or explain or even understand how or why. You just know it is so.
There is a song which conveys this feeling I have in my stomach & my heart last few days.
By Nitin Sawhney
Someday the wind will change
And you will see me clearly
One day these dreams of mine
Will bring me to my time
Someday I will become
What I am meant to be coming to
One day, but that’s a million somedays
Lately the sunshine
Makes a different shape around me
Lately my music
Has a different sound to show me
Lately I ask questions of the world
But no one is listening
Tell me, when I go to sleep
What will the morning bring me?
Falling, falling, falling
Or am I flying?
Flying, flying, flying
Or am I falling?