Silence is the beginning and the end of writing—end in the sense of finishing; and, the point, the purpose of it. On The Wall end of the silence spectrum, there is being dumbfounded, hornswoggled, speechless, mute, at a loss for words, gagged, trapped, holding one’s breath. On The Stillpoint end of the spectrum is nothing-more-to-say, peace, serenity, calm—openness, receptivity, breathing, freedom, bliss.
Why, in a
post about keeping a journal, write about wordlessness? Because, unlike the
mute silence of The Wall,
a place of no possibilities, The Stillpoint is a place of infinite
possibilities. In Buddhist meditation,
this is the place of Nirvana. In my
conception of it, this is the place some call God—the ultimate
projection of creation. Sacred texts claim that seeing the face of God could
kill a person—that it is awful (full of awe).
Our conscious minds—our egos—are terrified of dissolution. To be in a place without thought is to
dissolve into the infinite. It is rare.
It is, literally, awesome.
I’m waxing
theological. But coming to The
Stillpoint is the logical and practical result of writing. Words lead to wordlessness—the
surcease of endless distracting mind chatter—as a thorn can pluck another thorn
from a finger. Anger, strife, power, love, communication, creativity—all that
spent—the reward is freedom—that glow, that bliss.
The
Stillpoint cannot be contrived or forced—but the conditions for it can be
cultivated, just as we cannot force a lotus to blossom, but can provide fertile
soil, water, congenial temperatures and light so that it might. Better still, we can find the lotus in its
natural habitat. No wonder that the image for this top energy center of the
pyramid correlates with the top of our heads, that it is often depicted as a
lotus blossom. From the muck of anger,
the struggle to surface from anxiety and effort, the warmth of love, the trust
of communication, the joy of creation—the bud bursts through to the air and
light. If words come, they come with
ease—off the tops of our heads.
My mentor
Paul Ziff recommended that the only writing discipline is to sit there—Woody Allen
said that 80% is just showing up. To be
in The Stillpoint is to cultivate a spirit of receptivity. To be willing to let go of pressuring
ourselves to break silence. To trust.
© Susanna Rich, 2020
Works Cited:
Cover Art: https://tinybuddha.com/blog/learning-to-receive-5-steps-to-opening-up/
Because I Can Teach:
Journal for Authenticity Series:
Settling Down: https://becauseicanteach.blogspot.com/2020/01/journal-for-authenticity-1-settling-down.html
How Much?
Survival:
Security:
Power:
Love:
Communicate:
The Wall:
https://becauseicanteach.blogspot.com/2020/02/journal-for-authenticity-8-wall.html
Create:
https://becauseicanteach.blogspot.com/2020/02/journal-for-authenticity-9-create.html
Create:
https://becauseicanteach.blogspot.com/2020/02/journal-for-authenticity-9-create.html
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