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We often think silence is nothing. Just the absence of noise, of speech, of movement. But true silence is never empty. It listens. It holds what we cannot say. It carries the weight of unshed tears and unasked questions. Meditation is not an escape from life… it is the way back into it.

When we sit in stillness, we meet the world not through our thoughts, but through our being. This poem is a quiet reflection on that truth: that silence can scream, and stillness can heal. That maybe, just maybe, the moon doesn’t rise to us; we fall quiet enough to see it was always there.

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I sat with silence, soft and slow,
No need to speak, nowhere to go.
The world kept turning, fast and wide,
But peace had found a place inside.

I closed my eyes and breathed in deep,
Not to escape, but just to keep
A little space where I could hear
The voice that lives beneath the fear.

The sky was still. The earth was bare.
But something loud was in the air.
Not sound… but truth, both deep and sharp:
The kind that cuts without a harp.

Not every scream is made with sound.
Some echo quietly underground.
And silence, when you sit alone,
Can shake the soul down to the bone.

The moon said nothing, that was enough,
No wisdom dressed in golden stuff.
Just light that asked me to be still,
To stop the climb, release the will.

The mountain sat, it didn’t try,
It didn’t reach to touch the sky.
And yet, the moon and peak were one,
As if they met when all was done.

No chant, no fire, no sacred hymn,
Just breath and bone and dusk grown dim.
And in that hush, I came to see,
The loudest truth lives silently.

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Meditation is not about finding light. It’s about learning how to sit in the dark until your eyes adjust. Silence doesn’t mean you’ve stopped speaking, it means you’ve started listening. And what you’ll hear there is not emptiness, but everything you’ve ever carried. So sit. Breathe. Let the noise fall away. You do not need to climb. You only need to stay still enough to see that the mountain was always touching the moon, and you, always touching something divine.

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