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The Sound Of Silence Today I caught the beautiful song by Simon and Garfunkel on the radio… The Sound of Silence. Is there such a thing? Does Silence have a sound? Or is it a bit like the saying, ‘If a tree falls in the forest and there is no one to hear it, does it make a sound?’ There is always sound. If you really listen. When you are peaceful, mindful and are just be-ing, there is always a sound. If you listen, even if you are in a sound proof room you will always be able to hear your breath. Your breath is sound. The sound of your body. The most amazing focal point of all that is, is your breath. Respect your breath. You are the breath.

The Sound Of Silence Hello darkness, my old friend, I’ve come to talk with you again, Because a vision softly creeping, Left its seeds while I was sleeping, And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains Within the sound of silence. In restless dreams I walked alone Narrow streets of cobblestone, ‘Neath the halo of a street lamp, I turned my collar to the cold and damp When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light That split the night And touched the sound of silence. And in the naked light I saw Ten thousand people, maybe more. People talking without speaking, People hearing without listening, People writing songs that voices never share And no one dared Disturb the sound of silence. “Fools,” said I, “You do not know – Silence like a cancer grows. Hear my words that I might teach you. Take my arms that I might reach you.” But my words like silent raindrops fell And echoed in the wells of silence And the people bowed and prayed To the neon god they made. And the sign flashed out its warning In the words that it was forming. And the sign said, The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls And tenement halls And whispered in the sound of silence.