Some thoughts on silence

What good can come from silence?

From nothing?

What is the point?

Silence is deafening— every creak, buzz, tone… I hear them. 

It’s unsettling. 

Every vibration and notification,

Screaming for my attention. 

I am used to giving my attention to the screaming sounds. 

The screaming people. 

What good will silence do? 

To sit— eyes open or closed? 

Kneeling? Do I pray? 

No. I am silent.

So, what then?

How am I supposed to shut off my mind?

Lists and things I need to do are casting a loud shadow, here. 

What does it even mean to be silent when my mind is so loud?

Do I fake it?

Take a nap?

I understand, though— there are many loud things. 

I need some detox, I suppose. 

Maybe just some music will help with the silence.

But then, I am singing— not loudly— but in my head.

And I am back to thinking. My mind awakes again. 

What on earth am I supposed to do with this? 

What do I do with nothing? 

What can come from silence? 

In the beginning, God created…

Out of nothing…

In the silence, a word. 

And then it hits me… I do nothing

Because he creates.

Nothing

Silence

Is the canvas. 

I am reminded— I am not the Creator. 

I am the dust— the earth— the created.

What good can come from silence? 

I suppose all good.