The Sound Of Silence

I may not be a music junkie - though I sometimes spend a whole night listening to music and drowning in its journey.  - But I would say I'm a SOUND fanatic. Not all that sensitive to sound, but boy do I DESIRE to be. Sounds simply make me FEEL. And I AM all about feeling...

So, for instance - the sound of a SIGH:
Its beauty is in the exhale, the letting go, the taking off of the guard, the emptying of the mind, the slowing down, the gentleness, the ease, the softness, the simplicity of the breath.

The sound of a SIGH makes me FEEL.

And so do the sounds of birds singing their morning songs, or the sound of the opera singer reaching new highs, the sounds of babies giggling in pure joy, or the taunting sound of a deliberate fart and the embarrassed laugh that follows. 

I feel pain when I hear a loud sob, a knock on the door rattles me with curiosity, a familiar tune of music brings a memory up to my consciousness, some friends of mine make me fall asleep with their soothing voices, the sound of the waves crashing make me connect to something bigger than myself.  

And the sound of silence.... oh the sound of silence. 
It makes me go inward. Go inward to deepest warmest inner place where 'I' feel, and long, and rest.
My inner self is silent.
It's devoid of the noise of thoughts. It's devoid of the ego, it's devoid of self-doubt, it's devoid of judgment. 
It's calm. It's quiet. It's silent. 
And that silence?
It echoes louder than any sound my ego has ever made.