The Sound of My Silence (A Meditation).

Music takes me places. It is an escape, a lullaby, and an inspiration that moves my soul. It can take me into a deep meditative state and drop me into another world eyes wide open.

By Debbie Lynn

Some people like to chant, some sit quietly, but I meditate to a mind full of music.

Music takes me places. It is an escape, a lullaby, and an inspiration that moves my soul. It can take me into a deep meditative state and drop me into another world eyes wide open.

There are times when a single note is like lightening—an electric charge that can bring me to tears. Other times I fall into the hands of a melody and I am swept far away in a transcendental paralysis, with a million colors shooting though my minds eye.

I have found many answers in song. I’ve lost my thoughts, recovered feelings, and I am never far from a hard-wired rhythm to beat with the pulse of my moment. I can focus on a note while the melody dances around me. I can hear it, see it, taste it, and I let it seep into my bones.

I have witnessed the way music soothes my restlessness, nurtures and arouses life all around me, and the way everything has some kind of wild-organized beat. The music in my meditation has texture and solidity. It grounds my flighty head and it rests its’ serenity in my spine. I sit taller, longer and with more ease in a mind full of music.

I absorb the cadence with no effort at all as my mind sinks deeper into azure water sparking a crystalline fire that often sees more than I am able to understand.

I have a mind full of mindfulness with gentle wave of presence.

It is the music, the sweet, sweet music, and the clarity of that music that overwhelms everything else. I wonder how it is so big, when the rest of the world around me is small and silent.

Lost in the musical vibration, I recover from highs and lows through a meditative session of peace. I don’t think I can find the words to describe where I was, where I am and where I am going. It is futile to try, so I let a melody explain.

It seems like whole universe is singing to me all at once (a coordinated chaos of sound resonating through my entire body) and for one fraction of a moment I am completely connected to something much larger then my knowing.

But as quickly as it comes, it goes and I realize, it wasn’t the universe after all.

It was me.

“Music in the soul can be heard by the universe.” 
― Lao Tzu

With dancing colors, vivid shapes and swirling the sound of OM fractured by other tones in my head, I retreat again and again in the energy. I feel the opening—I can hear it and hold it all over again but I remember it is temporary because it is all connected to a long gone memory (the songs are good like that).

In sync and feeling blissed out, the sun rises and sets and the music in my head never ends. Morning mediation bleeds out the worry and stress, cradles me in rhythm and holds vigil in my body, a place I can go to anytime I choose—no strings attached.

This is a gift from the gods/goddesses of formation.

Meditative melodies and a mind full of music. It is simply the sound of my silence.

 

 

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Editor: Dana Gornall

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Debbie Lynn

Debbie Lynn is a Mother, Grandmother, Artist, Writer, Dancer, Yogi, Seeker of the Soul. A rock climber, rock collector, and has been known too run with scissors.

Debbie realized at a very young age that the outer reality was a far cry from her inner truth and meeting her inner wisdom head on always turned into a challenge. The wonderment, curiosity and hypocrisy of life led to exploration and a cumulative documentation (art and journaling) of what she lovingly calls “the purge”. It is her way of ridding any negative energy from the daily grind. She says, “In essence, it is a way to start fresh and cleanse the soul.” Debbie has had numerous articles published in Elephant Journal, The Edge Magazine, Sail Magazine and Cruising Outpost Now a featured writer for The Tattooed Buddha. Her daily posts can be found on Facebook-360 degrees of Inspiration (full circle)Facebook .

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By | 2017-01-06T09:53:19+00:00 January 6th, 2017|Arts, blog, Empower Me, Featured|2 Comments

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  1. Deb Avery January 6, 2017 at 5:00 pm - Reply

    Your lyrical words strikes a chord of resonance down to my soul. Thank you dear Debbie. This is awesome! ?


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    Sonni Quick February 2, 2017 at 12:10 am - Reply

    I love the way you described what music does to you and how it is a whole body experience. It is what my music is as I play it. I play emotions. I record piano improvisations. I don’t play”at” the piano. I crawl inside and play what I feel. I know the piano well enough I don’t need to pay attention to what my hands are doing. I just play what I’m feeling emotionally. I record when I play because I could never play it again. I tell people when they listen to it to put on headphones to cut out outside sound and because piano doesn’t sound good on small devices. Listen to the music. Each one tells a story. The first piece is called “Playing Through Pain” A very recent recording and first one after surgery on my arm which is now mostly metal. It is still painful to play. The 2nd piece is the last one recorded before my accident “Picking up Broken Pieces” There are 30 pieces in all. Before my accident I had just started yoga classes after recuperating from a liver transplant. I was going to give her my music to play during class. When I read your post I thought you might enjoy what I do. http://soundcloud.com/sonni-quick

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