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Where there is absence of noise, silence goes unappreciated.


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Those words popped into my mind this morning when silence was as thick as knee deep snow & as deafening as nature before a tsunami.
No-thing interrupted its vacuousness. There was no possible way of measuring it. That is when I realised that whenever I wrote about the quietude peaceful spots provide us with, it involved a symphony with brief in-betweens.
The sea being among my favourites, roars many seasons a year. Intervals minimal in comparison with its rambunctious charm.
I remembered the poem & essay I had written a while back, on silence too.
All involved a lot of noise.
The poem was literally crackling with outdoor’s natural interruptions & “Fiat Silentium” was about distant noises magnifying the cocoon of bliss I had found myself in.
Silence on its own is dead whereas accompanied becomes an entity. Each & everything on this planet comes chaperoned, hence, the expression “it’s a package deal”. People,objects,circumstances,emotions… I haven’t yet seen anything shining without a contrast or a system of support sustaining its light.
Silence goes very far where noise is concerned… 😉

Have a great noisy week!
You can check the posts I mentioned if you feel like it…
https://oawritingspoemspaintings.wordpress.com/2014/04/04/through-noise-do-we-decipher-silence/#comments
https://oawritingspoemspaintings.wordpress.com/2012/09/10/and-there-was-silence-fiat-lux/

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Writing is… 1991 ( Translated in English with its French original text )


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This little piece was written by me in 1991 and didn’t feel
the need to touch any of it to post it today to you.
I hope you like it too 🙂

Writing is…
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The individuals imprint of the human being
A past stolen through the eyes of another
The exhilaration of a moment, sealed
The signature of thought
A whiff of life captured
Pain released

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L’écriture c’est…
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L’empreinte individuelle de l’être humain
Un passé volé par le regard d’autrui
L’ivresse d’un instant, scellé
La signature de la pensée
Une bouffée de vie emprisonnée
Une douleur en liberté

How do we get rid of… The cobwebs of the mind ? 2010


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The cobwebs of our mind
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When we wake up in the morning, drunk from food, puffed and wheezing, that in itself should be a motivator, a warning…

Oblivious to the dangers, we put our bodies through, we live in a make-belief-world. We lie in bed every night, waiting to be taken to the land of weightlessness.

Years of drilled information leaves our mind with a pile of junk, only a thorough cleansing can get rid of.
Wash, scrub, scour, open up the windows and give an opportunity to a clean new slate!

What if we have too much data, too much ” education ” stopping us from keeping it the way it is… simple?
What if we could literally, build a mountain, by, tossing all the rules and knowledge we’ve accumulated throughout the
years, in a heap? Throwing in, the smallest detail… The thousand different diets, the dos-and-don’ts, stocked up analysis,
take the bewilderment and see the mass grow…

Hurling all the well meant advice, the quotes… chuck out the fuzziness, the distorted habits, the negative experiences
( learnt on the wrong ” benches ” of life ) the just-in-case all sized clothes, the preoccupations, and without hesitation go on adding up every single remnants…

Frustration, will ( or lack of it ) respect ( taken or given in the right or wrong places ) pride, exhilaration, jealousies,
( towards one’s success )

Do that, down to the last precision…

Stand a few steps back and look at the accretion. Admire the pyramid. See it in shape, height, width… Take ” physical ” distance
and see your mind detach from the hoard. Feel identification toward it, fade away.

Give this visualization exercise the opportunity to give you mental space and remoteness from the years of accumulation.
Observe how clean it feels… Now think… What are we left with? What are we confronted with?
once we discard the past, only then, do we realize that we can get down to the most important ” elements ” of this game we take too
seriously and call life.

It is US and the FOOD!

We are faced with the simplest of all decisions. Are we going to put it in our mouth or not? It’s as plain as it gets and can’t get
plainer. After throwing away all the complications our mind creates, we come to recognize it’s as clear as spring water.

The psyche is a dangerous neighbourhood we’ve designed based on a past that is dead and a unborn future.

If we could see this in all its transparency, we would easily burn away the cobwebs of our mind.