The beautiful sounds of silence, no babies crying, no sounds jostling the brain, no gossip, no chit chat, no unwanted words or words that mean nothing, no words as sounds that do not matter, a silent night and a silent day, only words in music that flow by like a stream from a river, laughter and chuckles, silent smiles, laughter as words of holiness lifting up the corners of your mouth, nothing heard that one does not want to hear or need to hear.
The silence of a Sanctuary, hearing only a pin drop, listening only to a bird call or a lake water wave hit against the shore, hearing sweet singing, only the soft sounds of the tip tap of your fingertips on a computer keyboard, not soliciting words that mean nothing, not wanting to talk to say nothing, not interested in knowing what does not matter.
Picking up on a distant chuckle and letting it guide your mood hour to hour, people all around at a party that never ends, never starts and never ends. A party that comes everyday all day, a place where people have happiness and where this happiness continues, but as a silent movie, no sounds to hear that we do not like.
A silent time amidst a roaring of laughter like the roaring of rushing sounds from a waterfall beating against the rocks below, refreshing and stimulating, not intrusive, calming and soothing.
Hearing only your own heartbeat and the wind of your own breathing through your nostrils, steadily and surely, softly, silently, pussyfooting around in a dance on a red velvet carpet, everyday like clockwork, having a time of worship to G-d, having a time of contentedness, having the time of your life.
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