Silence is the New Healing

Surrounded by the chaos of the world,

I have acquired the skill of finding a meaning in disorder 

Yeah, that’s very adaptable, but never enough 

Mind and heart get tired doing it all the  time, and wonder 

If I can heal?

I can heal, says the hopeful me 

But how is the real question 

There are so many ways of being 

 I tried many, helpful in many ways

Silence is most powerful!

Surrendering yourself to nature 

Reduced to a state of blank existence 

Where you don’t have to make sense of anything 

Everything goes to a distance 

You are random, you are fluid. 

As soon as the mind imposes rational structures on the surrounding 

The mighty mountains, the serene waves would take it away 

Only to create a spell of nurturing calmness 

Healing body, mind, and soul  

Never knew nothingness could be powerful 

Even when I come back to chaos 

Feels like I am born again. 

Healing has many definitions 

Sometimes it’s venting, sometimes introspecting,

My favourite is the silence of nature

where battles of the mind undergo a gentle transition.

Soft, soothing, beautiful and calm

As if I am a floating log of wood

Not fighting with the current, not sinking

Just absorbing all that is good.

Just realised breathing through empty space

Not every wound demands revealing

Some are mended by silent healing.