When using my sense of hearing, my world encompasses only the two extremes, silence or sound. Even silence is heavy with the weight of potential. When there is silence around me, I find myself remembering past sounds and anticipatng future ones. When listening to other sounds, music for instance, I see the sounds as a whole, much as I do the silence, often waiting for or anticipating the end of sounds, already expecting others. What about the silence between the notes though, for no matter the speed of the music, between each hard fought note is, silence. Between the taste of sweetness and the puckering effect of sour, there is the middle ground which is neither. Between the brightness of light and the hidden mysteries of darkness, there is a moment, however brief, which is neither the presence or absence of light.
In meditation and contemplation, I hurry from where I'm at to what I desire. This middle world, the silence between the sounds, could it be a doorway towards other worlds, other levels? If I release my attention from the busy rush of sights and sounds and, not focus per se, but allow my awareness to notice and observe those fleeting silences, that non-time between occuring and not occuring, can I in fact observe the doorway, and in my observation, recognize and react to, the portal which is offered? Where would I go, where would it lead? More apprpriately, where would I take myself?
I don't know my friends. Is this madness or wisdom? Am I contemplating the navel of the world while the myriad of Gods drive bumper cars around me, or have I discovered a key that unlocks the mysteries of space and time? Would I recognize which is which? To a sincere seeker, the closed portal to the mysteries is a wonder to be hard fought and overcome. To a child, it's merely another wall which contains and defines it's life. Which am I my friends...which am I?
