There is a silence in us all—a kind of sacred quiet that hums beneath the noise of daily life. It is not the absence of sound, but the presence of something deeper, something unspeakable. It is the echo of forgotten truths, the unvoiced yearning that resides within the chambers of the soul.
Silence, in its truest form, is not mere emptiness. It is a broken cathedral, its walls shattered by echoes we cannot hear, yet we feel them in the stillness.
In the rush of existence, we avoid silence. It is uncomfortable, confrontational. But perhaps we avoid it because it is a reminder of our own fragility—the cracking of the walls we have built around ourselves, the peeling away of all that we think we are.
The noise of the world keeps us from facing this silence, this sacred destruction. We are afraid that in its presence, we may hear things that shatter our sense of control.
Yet, silence is not a void; it is a place where something profound resides. It is the space between words, the breath between thoughts, where the soul speaks without sound. In silence, we find the divine not in the words we speak, but in the spaces we leave unfilled.
Like a cathedral long abandoned, its sanctity lies not in its intact form, but in its ruins—the memory of the divine that lingers long after the voices have faded.
What we fail to realize is that the silence we fear holds within it the key to our liberation. It is in the stillness that we confront the fragments of ourselves, the parts we have left unsaid.
The echo of unspoken truths reverberates in the quiet places of the mind. These are the spaces where the soul can finally breathe, where the noise falls away and we can hear the whispers of who we truly are.
To sit with silence is to sit with the sacred. It is a practice of breaking apart the idols we have worshiped and returning to something pure, something untainted by the constant hum of the world.
Silence is not the absence of sound, but the presence of everything we cannot yet comprehend.
Let us not fear the broken cathedral of silence. In its ruins, we will find the reverence we seek.
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