Escaping into Silence

 

Kashmir, and Yemen, and Syria and Palestine, and El Paso Texas and Dayton Ohio—so much to talk about, so much to cry over; such cacophony in the chambers of my heart and in my brain. I want to shut all the sounds, and listen only to the rhythm of the rain on the window panes.

Rain and thunder makes me go silent.

Silence is good.

It is an escape for me. I shut the media photos, the cries, the sound of the guns and the shots that tear the gossamer tapestry of the air, and cover those illicit and unlawful sounds, and try to enter the space of silence.

Silence is good.

I want to close the language-door (the mouth), want to open the love-window (the eyes), and escape into silence. Moonlight and its soft light doesn’t come through the door, it enters through the windows. Escaping into silence with a friend who understands the aches and adjusts to your silence bonds the two and makes them associates of the heart. My heart!

Rumi had said so.

Silence is good. It is meditative.

It takes the feeling of prayerfulness that comes with silence, and raises it to another level. It satisfies me, that I can feel the ache of the oppressed and have the empathy of their hurt, and elevates my nonverbal offerings, of hope and peace in the beauty of silence, with one single thought that The Divine knows and will feel the helplessness of the rain of my eyes!

Everyone should have a day, just one day, of silence either alone or with someone.

Just some thoughts!

About Zakiah

I write poetry and some fiction, have a book that was published in 2012. . . Stray Thoughts/Winged Words. I have four grandchildren, ages 16 and half to almost 16 months. I love the ocean, and grew up along the Indian Ocean in South India. I am a retired physician. Don't know much else to say. Thanks for reading. That has been my profile for so many years. My daughter Saadia a great poet and story teller, has two sons; the oldest grandson is now 21 years old, doing architectural engineering at Missouri S&T in Rolla MO. His younger brother is almost 16 and taking driving lessons seriously and is in High School. The other two grandsons, children of my son Sayeed, are 9 and 5. I have recently published another book titled Gulistan, A home of Flowers. It has stories and memories of my childhood and of a distant land which I still consider as my HOME., even though I have lived here in the US for more than fifty years. Hope to see you on my blog.
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11 Responses to Escaping into Silence

  1. murisopsis says:

    I’m finding that on days where Sparky works and I’m home alone that I am silent. It is comforting to allow my thoughts to be uninterrupted. I am able to pray better when there isn’t any chatter… The recent violence is very disturbing. I too feel helpless but like you I’m taking comfort knowing that God hears the cries of the poor and hurting.

    • Zakiah says:

      When my thoughts are in turmoil, and worries beget more of the same, you speak with my tongue Val. So understanding and caring. Recent violence is tearing this beautiful earth into shreds of inhumanity.
      Love you. Thank you.

  2. slmret says:

    And don’t forget the Gilroy Garlic Festival (one of the most popular agricultural festivals in California, it’s NOT a joke!), and the several cops that California has buried in the last two weeks, and the kids who, on their first day of school, had lost their parents to ICE. I’ve had a hard time containing my anger each time there’s a new incident, and have several times had to turn off the news in order to avoid tears of anger/anguish! And it’s so hot here as to be uncomfortable — the humidity has lessened, but the temp has gone up — it’s made it hard to breathe too! I like your analogy of closing the door and opening the windows — and it does help to turn off the sound, which I have made a point of doing at least for part of each day as I go about my daily chores. I SO hope that the country will do the right thing in the next elections and find somebody with a little awareness and empathy.

    Love and hugs to you, my friend — I’ve been thinking about you lots!

    • Zakiah says:

      No Janet, how can I forget that heinous massacre by the clown masked shooter. It is just that there are so many innumerable incidents, and the brain gets tired just trying to remember each and every incident. I am reading the book “The Threat” written by the former acting director of FBI, and last night I was reading about the Boston Marathon massacre and bombing, and everything became so vivid and life like all over again.
      Doesn’t anyone understand the line…”beware of the sighs of an aching heart”? I too am on my knees hoping for better results in the next election.
      I know how hot it is there. I hear about that daily. It seems as though the whole planet is suffering with the heat and humidity spilled by the arrogance and egotism of the powers that be. My palms are turned upwards.
      I am well, and have been busy with company. Saadi and Dave celebrated their 25th anniversary on the 13th. Hallelujah! Miracles when you think of how desperate I was six and half years ago when we first heard about Dave’s diagnosis. I am having a few of their friends over for a celebratory dinner tomorrow, and am busy with that. Next week I will be getting all the scans on Thursday. I am game for anything I might hear.
      Thank you for your love. It is so comforting to have my dear friends in my corner. Hugs.

      • slmret says:

        Congratulations to Saadia and Dave! They’ve done well Glad to hear you are well — and do enjoy your celebration dinner! Will write more later — am off to see the place I didn’t move to (it’s their grand opening today!)

  3. I started to worry about you , Zakiah ( your health ) .
    I feel what you say so well . During world war Ii I lived near the French coast facing England . I knew the Bombings by Germans at the beginning of the war( 1940), then bombings by British planes during the war and finally bombing my Amercan big planes at the end ( 1944). I can say it is frightening and I understand the poor people under the bombings or the shoots everywhere in the world .
    I agree totally with what you say .
    Love<3
    Michel

    • Zakiah says:

      My Dear Michel,
      I am sure you can visualize and recapture every day of those fateful years. How could anyone forget what the world went through in those years? And yet, we are trying to repeat similar history by the differently named “concentration camps” for children and parents in this country. Heaven help us.
      Thank you for your compassionate response.
      Love,
      Zakiah.

  4. Such horrific evil. I’m grateful God hears the broken hearted.
    I agree with you on the being silent part.

  5. The world is filled with so much cruelty and brutality. I wish that it would be like our community here. I sometimes wonder why our prayers don’t seem to be enough.

  6. I find I have few words of late. I’m finding so much about the world disturbing. Seems the world is going backwards.
    (((HUGS)))

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