My Mind refused to listen to all sound, worldly or religious:
Today is a celebration of freedom within me, because my ears had made their journey. Today they are living soundlessly, and I am a guest to the soundlessness
Wherever there are others there is a self, Wherever there are no others there can be no self, Wherever there is no self there are no others, because In the absence of self I am all others.
That is non-objective relation.
I have a love with beautiful feelings and thoughts, like a naughty childish habit, the stillness behind a helplessness. Even the restlessness has its own beauty. I love the things we can’t explain, to sit in silent 'aha' and 'wow' moment
The name which is uttered cannot be that of this great being who, remaining nameless, is the beginning and the end, beyond time, beyond the reach of mortals, and we in our simplicity call it God.
Only silence being can be a loving person, and only a loving being can be silent