Sitting alone listening to the silence
.… I ponder ….
Today is a day like any other day
Everyday, we rise and hope to fill our lives with new and exciting discoveries.
Each of us has a different vision for what those discoveries are going to be.
In the end, despite what our own individual discoveries turn out to be,
we all have to go into them in pretty much the same way.
We have to get out of bed, gather up our energy and
go to whatever it is we’re going to do in our life that day.
Our future is counting on this commitment of searching.
Some of us have an exact plan on how we’re going to do this; some of us do not.
Those that do not have an exact plan face the greatest difficulty
in their daily life because they have no direction.
How do we find our exact plan?
Is it something we develop while we’re being raised by our parents?
Are teachers or guidance from religious beliefs a part of the influence for our direction?
Is it instinctual to know what we want to do in our adventure to discover our journey?
Is it important to have a need for discovery or is it something told to us that we must do?
These are important and very difficult questions.
These are questions that some of us can’t answer and struggle daily to unravel.
This is the puzzle of our existence.
Just pondering …. while sitting alone listening to the silence. 2015©isadora delavega
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***** “sitting alone listening to the silence” is a line from a “Letter to P’ie Ti” by the 8th century High Tang poet Wang We.
Letter to P’ei Ti This month the weather has been bright and clear,
and I could have crossed the mountains. But I was reluctant to trouble you,
knowing you were deep in the Classics. So I wandered around the mountain,
stayed at Kan-p’ei Temple, ate with the monks, and wandered home again.
Then I went north over the Yüan-pa, under a clear moon.
At night I climbed Hua-tzu Hill, and watched the moonlight on the Yang River’s ripples.
Far-off, lights on the cold mountain glittered then vanished.
A dog in the deep lanes barked like a leopard. The pounding of grain in the night
sounded between strokes of a distant bell. Now I am sitting alone listening to the silence.
I think a lot about the old days, when we made poems together,
climbing the steep tracks by clear streams. We must wait till the trees and grass grow green again,
and, idling in spring hills, we can see fish leap in the light, the gulls soar, the white dew on green moss.
At dawn we will hear the birds call in the fields
. It is not long till then, when you could come wandering with me.
If I did not know your natural sensibility, I would hold back from making even this indirect invitation.
I speak from a deep impulse, but it is not pressing.
From Wang Wei, the mountain man
March 1, 2015 at 5:51 am
sorry, that I often disturbed your silence!
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March 3, 2015 at 4:41 pm
You are always welcome to disturb my science, Frizz, as you bring so many wonderful tunes for me to hear. And, my husband enjoys listening to them too. 😀 He’s a fan.
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February 21, 2015 at 8:14 pm
Had a bit of silence this morning because my Internet was out… I just sat quietly on the couch for a while, reflecting. Sometimes a bit of unexpected silence can be a helpful reminder that we really don’t need to fill our lives with constant noise and busyness.
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February 22, 2015 at 4:15 am
I never liked silence in my home. I always had a radio on or something that made noise. Then, a power issue showed me what quiet can be. It can be re-energizing. I’m pleased you were able to reflect through your slience. : )
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February 21, 2015 at 12:26 pm
Excellent thoughts for everyone to ponder. One can’t wait for life to come to them because odds are that it won’t.
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February 21, 2015 at 8:55 am
This is beautiful and I don’t seem to get enough silence!
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February 21, 2015 at 2:42 am
Silence can be a precious treasure! ❤
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February 21, 2015 at 12:12 am
Hi Isadora, I fixed my ‘thursday’, thanks for getting it. You are right, this week the silence is really talking loud to us, it’s interesting how our minds get synchronized sometimes. We should try to ‘listen to the silence’, thanks for sharing this lovely poem, I didn’t know it.
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February 20, 2015 at 10:43 pm
Now that I am living in such a population – dense area, I realize that silence is a precious and rare commodity. Even in my home, I hear the sound of neighbors and their children. I walk before the sun rises and still the sound of traffic permeates my thoughts.
Phil and I are going on a hike this weekend. Maybe in the forest I’ll find some silence. Wish me luck!
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February 20, 2015 at 10:41 pm
Ah, silence is the key to so much…
Beautiful beautiful post, my dear Isadora! 🙂
Enjoy a wonderful weekend! xx
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