The Roaring Silence
Dum Tacet Clamat
“While he is silent he shouts!”
In his silence, not a sound is heard yet the mind roars on and on, a never-ending barrage of incessant thoughts repetitive in kind from days present and days gone by. All words that were ever spoken are present evermore in time and space. So while he is silent he shouts of everything he ever thought or said or heard.
If you keep a journal or diary of your life from a younger age, read whatever page you want and you will see the same issues still haunt your most recent entry. As we keep going round and round like Sisyphus and his labor, we keep roaring along, never to end as nothing has changed.
“It’s alive”, said Dr. Frankenstein as he gave life to his poor creation. Yes, I pity him for what is probably most alive in this creature is the redundant thoughts in his mind.
So I search for the quiet mind and what it must mean to possibly enter such a sacred realm.
I hear the endless drip of a faucet in the stillness of dawn, I suddenly fall into a kind of daydream but without the dream where everything seems to escape from my consciousness like air from a balloon. I’m suddenly one with everything, just ‘pure being’.
Maybe just by letting go like a feather flying free as thoughts will leave just as they entered as free as we allow them… now let’s think about this, are we holding these continuous thoughts hostage out of fear of having to change course, having to set sail on unchartered waters.
Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey.1516-1547… poet and aristocrat, he had an answer for ‘the quiet mind’. As a first cousin to Anne Boleyn, the second wife of Henry VIII, he was in favor with the king but as soon as Anne’s accused of adultery and executed, the king grows suspicious of the Earl’s intentions and he’s also executed in 1547. But he did leave us with his poetry of which this one is the means to attain a happy life and thus the quiet mind.
The Means to Attain a Happy Life (The Quiet Mind)
-Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey. 1516–47 = (Translation of a poem by the Roman poet Martial)
My friend, the things that do attain The happy life be these, I find: The riches left, not got with pain; The fruitful ground; the quiet mind;
The equal friend; no grudge; no strife; No charge of rule, nor governance; Withou.t disease, the healthy life; The household of continuance;
The mean diet, no dainty fare; Wisdom joined with simpleness; The night discharged of all care, Where wine the wit may not oppress:
The faithful couple without debate; Such sleep as may beguile the night; Content thyself with thine estate, Neither wish death, nor fear his might