silence is…

Some people like being in a queue, it’s comforting, somehow proving that they are in the right place at the right time, and engaged in valid activity. For Ed it was almost always the opposite. Like now. It was the middle of the night, the whole world was in bed and asleep, but not him.

He kept coming back to the silence. It was so big. And surprising. Even when a donkey brayed somewhere in the same valley – loud, long and loaded with loneliness – it did not change the silence, it enhanced it. Like jewels around a beautiful neck. Ed smiled. You can be at the poshest hotel in the country, on the planet even, but a farmer can still put a lonely donkey in the field next door.

In the same way he can’t control what arises in his mind – or appears in the world around him – but he can give it space.

silence is…  is an excerpt from Transpose – a self-styled revolution

TRANSPOSE cover cropped

Author: mattpadwick

Kum Nye (Tibetan Yoga teacher),author

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