On Silence

Some say silence is empty
Devoid and bereft

Some say silence is barren, lacking, wanting
But in abandonment, there’s admission and alertness
In slumber, there’s awareness and awakening and arising
In emptiness, is possibility and potential
Silence is observation and understanding and insight
Isolation is exploration and discovery
It is in silence that you can impel your thoughts higher
In silence, you can create, as indeed can you elevate

Some say silence is renunciation
An exile only for the ascetic
But silence is also for the ordinary person
It is the eloquence of the unknown
And the exclamation of the unsaid

In concealment is revelation
In the conscious and deliberate retardation
Regression and relinquishment of words and hearing
Is a talking to, a listening

It is in silence
That you can hear the sound of the mind
Frequencies, channels and unheard energy sources
The ripples of consciousness
The music of the soul
The tingling of the senses
The inner voice, mute but audible

In stillness, calm and placidity
There is to be found profundity
In silence is contemplation, clarity and coherence
In silence is communion, completeness, no limitations
In the fixity of silence, there’s the infinite
In the seclusion of aural stimulation
There is no perturbation
No unquiet agitation
There is absolute peace

In tranquility
Culled of all noise
Is the rhythm of the Universe
You can see vision within
Beauteous sights otherwise unseen by the eye
In silence there is compassion
You can smell the fragrance of love
You can perceive bliss and the blessing of life
Feel the Lord in yourself
Hear the breath resonate in the prana*
In silence is life

Some say silence is a vacant space
An absence
But in silence is also the presence of The Presence
In silence
Is The Word

*The life force which is believed to flow through all living beings

Rishikesh, November ’18. Piece 2/5

And this below is the first piece…

https://randomrantsruminationsramblings.wordpress.com/2018/12/10/sangam-the-river-and-a-rivulet/

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It Hurts, But It’s Funny

A big lesson to be learned here

Lifting weights wrongly can give you a hernia

Especially now that you’re not a junior

An abdominal lump quite peculiar

Ignoring it can cause unbearable pain, yeah

Then you wait for the doctor in turn, yeah

Realize that surgeries can completely burn ya

But it’s the only hope it doesn’t return, nah

Damn that darn infernal hernia

A CHEESY RHYME

From French or English or Dutch
To American or Danish or Swiss
Whether from cow or sheep or goat
Can anyone give cheese a miss

Think of it, cheese should be yucky
Cultured with microbes and mould
Sounds utterly disgusting, innit 
But completely worth having, if truth be told

Mild or sharp, with wine or with bread
Sliced, cubed, diced, or as a spread
With crackers, cucumber sticks, or with jam
Or then with olives, grapes, or even ham

Over nachos, as chips & dip, in burgers
Melted in a fondue, as part of a platter
It’s fattening but tasty as hell
So it really doesn’t matter

Bring on honey, mustard or a salad
Philadelphia, Boursin or Cheez Whiz
Can you really go wrong
With a slather of any of these

There’s Camembert and Emmental
Cheddar, Gouda and Brie
But many hundreds of others
From all over, as I can see

There’s aged and mature, fresh and creamy 
Mushroomy or garlicky, peppery or herby
Flavoured with nuts and berries, for a nibble or as a snack
Then there’s Colby and there’s Monterrey Jack

As wheels and blocks and wedges and shavings
Cheese is something I can have in a healthy dose
Except for Blue Gorgonzola for its veins
And Limburger or Stilton for the nose

There’s the Greek Feta and Italian Mozzarella
And Parmesan (think pasta and pizza)
While the Subcontinent swears by its paneer
Something I also hold quite dear

Gruyere and Ricotta
Smoked and Burrata
Asiago, Manchego, Grana Padano
Queso, Roquefort and Pecorino Romano

Raclette, Edam and Bocconcini
Buffalo, Havarti and Halloumi
Fontina, Chevre, Cotija, Muenster and Provolone
And I think for desserts they use Mascarpone

Still, in all of this variety 
Something in me is very old school
I might have a taste of them all
But then yearn for a spicy chutney with Amul*

 

*the most popular Indian brand of ordinary processed cheese, nothing fancy but cheap, available everywhere and full of childhood memories before my tastebuds evolved!