The Space of Silence

Innocence of a child,
The only pre-qualification
For a seeker,
To be open,
To see anything from anywhere,
And never to be blind,
Towards what has been sought.
Not just to continue
Or to get qualified
As a “Seeker”.

For a seeker, like a child,
Anything and everything is
New and interesting.
He accommodates
Any and all,
Like a wayfarer does,
Reflecting any and all,
Laying down
Passively and purposelessly,
But being eloquent,
In his oceanic depth of silence
Against the heavenly heights of wisdom.

Seekers, like roots of plants,
Get from anywhere
The breastfeeding of their mother
With the milk of truth
Sustaining them
And the purpose and meaning
Of their very being, the existence.

Silence of a seeker,
Purposeful or purposeless,
Has stronger meaning and presence
Than the words uttered or used.

Purposeful a seeker,
Other than with the purpose of seeking,
Is like water that is troubled.
It is unlikely to reflect with consistence.

Purposeless a seeker,
Like God, the whole,
Is the one with real silence.

He can sound with his tongue
Keeping deep silence inside.
For him his sound is like
The reflection in untroubled water.

The gap between the letters,
Words, sentences and paragraphs
Are the silence
Purposefully set in between
By the real seeker, the wayfarer.

The space of silence lets
The words and sentences give
Their sense and meaning.

The space never breaks
But connects and gives continuity.

That is the way the real seeker is doing.
The meaning and purpose he gets
For him, his being and existence,
Will be the meaning and purpose
For the being and existence of the whole.
Giving connection and continuation to all.

A pearl gets more of its attraction and meaning
When it covers
Very little space in its purse.

Moon and stars
Are beautiful to us
Just because we see them
In a context with lot of space around.

Diamonds are valuable
Because they are less available too.

Too much of food in a plate,
Even if the plate is beautiful and the food is tasty,
Is ugly to handle and imagine.

Give little space, silence,
To give enough breathing
Of connection and continuity
And to let it exist as it is.
Do not carry all together
To cause everyone get miscarried.

One page of uterus
Has not to carry more than one,
Or two maximum.
At least in human case,
Mostly, one womb (uterus) carries
Only one child.
Except in exceptional cases.

The surplus area in uterus
Is not a waste.
That too serves
Proposes and meaning.
The purpose of real silence, the space.

Semen may contain millions
But, only one at a time
Will be selected.

Each flower and fruit needs to be
Exposed separately.
That is its beauty.

Too much at a time will cause
To have nothing at a time.