“In silence, clarity comes to you.”

 

Silence is pure

A soul without garbage,

the secret of success

when clarity matters

 

What is it –

that does not speak?

Buried thoughts under the carpet of ruminating mind

 

Nonverbal queues sell more than words

Such septitude of influence trumps any wasteful sprawl

The meaning is mine, not of those who spoke

chair on the lawn

Influence goes far beyond words. A gaze, glance, smile, wink, frown, and more, the aura is way more eloquent than any voluptuous speech of a gifted orator. Look at the moon on a clear night, its deception mesmerises us. The light that is not of its own but taking from the sun’s source illuminates the night, it does not speak, yet it communicates a little secret of the universe. What is the meaning of quiet space?

crystal bowls

Have you ever observed whether you feel better in silence or in a noisy, stifling city? For some, the constant rambling of motors is thrilling, for others (like most of the residents of Monaco who annually flood out during the Grand Prix) it is a torture. Most city dwellers, who can afford it, escape to the country (once, I worked on on a hit BBC show based on such natural human move) not just for the space, but the quietude of the less populated areas. Pilgrimages have for long attracted believers precisely for the opportunity of silence. When you say I need to clean my head, what do you mean? Well, translated – I want silence to contemplate things.

Recently, many books were devoted to silence. Authored by a famous adventurer, artists, mountain climber, monk, even women write about the power of silence. Some like Susan Cain analyse introversion psychologically. I agree with Kenya Hara “Creative questions require no answers” writing in White.

silence

What you say is often not understood as you mean it. Psychology studied our individual biases vehemently advising that often you are better off keeping your mouth shut. It took me three decades to apply this wisdom at least sparingly into my usually eloquent encounters – I speak even with trees (some scientists like Peter Wohlleben justify my ramblings in their best-selling books), the birds (don’t you talk to dogs?) and with my own mind – a big talker, sure. Sometimes, they answer, but do not call me mad for I am an artist. And, what a great excuse, I like to think.

More on silence in my musing on Sound.