By Sophie Rouméas
Photography by Iropa
Souls are imprisoned by
incessant noisiness.
Silence sets us free
and reignites our senses.
There was a time when
silence annoyed me.
From the silence of an empty house
to that of people around me,
I felt this childish loneliness,
like a soul imprisoned.
Hence, my quest for incessant dialogue,
from which I cultivated
my passion for understanding—
and now, silence, the good one,
never ceases to remind me of
its usefulness to my reinitiated senses.
At a certain point, time
is no longer just a time,
it is how my awakened perception
receives the sweet song
of a soul that marvels.
Alpha, theta, my waves
are enriched by this silent,
holy-grail transcendence.
I can make silence
my friend; guidance
for my mind entranced.
Silence offers me its virtues.
A deep presence
to what is.
Silence teaches me.
The next action, a better reaction.
From silence I can arise,
align with nature’s wisdom.
Silence connects me.
I join with the reality of our universe,
from its tiniest grain
to our complete Oneness.
Silence dissolves me.
Then, I am aware of you.
You, my love, my children,
my neighbors, my fellow humans,
you, that I have never known.
Silence serves me.
And just as much, I serve it.
It is a dance,
a reconciliation with time.
For the grace of peace,
I return to the present—
the key
that activates
conscious silence.