What is silence?

What is silence? It’s not the quiet you find in any location because pretty much wherever you are there will be a barking dog, a meowing cat and always bird song or the chirp or a cricket, and if there is none of that you’ll always have the chatter of the mind making comments like, “isn’t this peaceful” or “you know you should be going.”

I think silence just might be not a where but a when. Silence is when we embrace the un-embracable. When we are in full cooperation of whatever sounds or thoughts we hear. Silence can only be experienced when one is in harmony with the dogs, cats, birds or the constant chipping of the mind. There’s nothing more peaceful than the silent created by the unconditional acceptance of the whole world before us, no matter if it’s dressed in its coat or war or a saffron robe.

This is my world just as it is right now, in the whine of the freeway, the clang of a teacup placed not so gently on the glass patio tabletop. Silence is the yellow-orange juice seeping out of frozen mango squares into the bottom of the bowl—can you hear it? It’s varied and distant bird song and the constant hum of the vibration of my physical body reminding me I’m an energy being adding my harmonic instrument to the universal orchestra of life.