Hearing the hum of consciousness

Stillness is the beacon that calls me home. It is the warm embrace of the eternal beloved, who whispers delicate inaudible vibrations in my ear; vibrations that resonate with all the sounds in the Universe.  It is the hum of consciousness; it's the jingle of being One with All.

Stillness in this context doesn't necessarily refer to the absence of noise; it refers to the absence of thought.  It is in that state of mind when I experience nirvana: a sense of profound joy and peace.  Most of the time, it is brief. It is like a gasp of fresh air before going under again in the murky waters of a mental rampage.  These brief moments of quietude keep me sane though, they keep me focused. And hooray, I'm learning to come up for “air” more and more frequently and indulge in moments of stillness. Sometimes, I jump into that space between my thoughts and float away in sheer ecstasy.

This practice has offered me something remarkable. Even when my human experience is challenged by a thick drama-soup, I remain aware of another reality that surrounds the craziness. I sense a glorious stillness cuddling each and every moment. I may not be able to fully access stillness in that specific instant, but I continue to be aware. Consequently, the drama, which my unaware ego is tempted to respond to, doesn't take over. I continue to “see” my life from a place of stillness. I simultaneously “play my part” …  and observe.