Silence is golden…

A common proverbial saying borne from the mists of time… often overlooked yet suited to the moment… such as now.

It’s just the way it is. No matter what comes before or after, there is nothing else that can espouse personal solitude so perfectly. In those (albeit rare) moments,  we are one with ourselves (or that which has made us who we are until now). Should we contemplate the canvas of our soul deeply enough, we may become aware of our own shadows in the pervading presence of rainbows that have been coloured by the very few people whose paths we have crossed – it is not just what we do that makes us who we are. Our souls are connected, we are “one with the universe” (#itscomplicated). So, when all is seemingly lost, even in silence, we are always connected to the transience of life by the strands of our soul. Though that’s not much of a consolation, is it?

But I digress.

‘pop’ … a corner of my mind unlocks and pours forth words from the Desiderata, once so influential to the artist:

“Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence…”

There have I found pain and beauty so often. Which is why I have painted and why look up to the skies at night to converse with the moon, my soulmate, to share silent whisperings in vain attempts to understand the paradoxical whys and wheres, juxtaposed against our bubbles of daily distractions.

In silence, I remember that we are small yet amazing embers of life, trying to make the most of what we have before our fire is extinguished – and when that time comes we will revert to the infinite voyage…


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