Underneath all the clamor of the human mind there is another voice. Not many hear it, but it’s there in everyone. It’s a very quiet voice. So quiet that it makes no sound. And yet the silence it speaks reverberates throughout the universe.
It took me 40 years to find it. I had collected so much junk that it got buried underneath and I forgot all about it. But one day I remembered there was something there, and although I didn’t know what I was looking for I started to dig. Every piece of junk was examined, turned over and appraised. At first it was hard work, because with everything I looked at, my mind would say: “You’d better hang on to this. You never know when you might need it.” But I soon found out it had all outlived its usefulness and so I threw it out. And the more I discarded, the easier it got. It was getting so much lighter now that I didn’t have to carry all this junk around.
Then, under the last piece, there it was. As soon as I was emptied out it filled me with its thunderous, still voice. And it was me, and not me, and everything, and nothing…
Some litter still blows in every now and then but I know that I don’t need it. So I get the broom, sweep it out and let the voice of Stillness guide me.