But the silence in the mind
is when we live best, within
listening distance of the silence
we call God. This is the deep
calling to deep of the psalm-
writer, the bottomless ocean
we launch an armada of
our thoughts on, never arriving.
It is a presence, then,
whose margins are our margins;
that calls us out over our
own fathoms. What to do
but draw a little nearer to
such ubiquity by remaining still?
R S Thomas
‘Where is the source of your deepest creativity?’ – I ask my artist, poet and writer friends, the thinkers, imaginative day-dreamers, the most effective doers.
‘In silence’, they reply in unison – some introvert and some the very opposite.
‘In silence. That’s where we live life best. That’s where we’re most creative’.
As R S Thomas has it: ‘… never arriving’.
‘In silence’, the concert pianist tells me, as we board the train after a tour de force recital.
‘Without silence there’s no music. No spaces in between. Nowhere to hang the notes.’
Silent. We’re called – ‘out over our / own fathoms’.
Silent. I rest and thrive in this space.
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Powerful thought. Thank you!
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Thank you, too …
It is the spaces in between silence, where I find the silence I can hear if that makes any sense. When the day-to-day quiet is drowned out by thoughts and worries and such, it is the moments in between that I treasure. xx