Chapter 7: Silence Is a Song without Words
Just see the point: it may look like sadness.because for the first time in your life you will become aware that up to now you have not been alive. Life has happened today.
And it brings a great sadness.you were alive - but knowing this new experience, your whole life becomes so mundane, so meaningless, that it is better to say that it was more death than life. And a sadness arises that, “Why could I not reach this space before?” It is so close - just a step beyond the boundaries of your old mind and the whole sky with all its stars becomes available. You were confined in such a small prison - and nobody was imprisoning you. You were the prisoner and you were the imprisoned. You were the jailer and you were the jailed. Naturally.a sadness, looking to the past.
But looking to the present.a great blissfulness, a peace that passeth understanding, a silence that is not just the opposite of sound: a silence which is absence of sound, not the opposite of sound. Music without any instruments, a song without any words. For the first time you start feeling, “Up to now I have been living in the head; and only this moment the doors of my heart are open.”
There is an old Chinese story, and because of the story a proverb has come into existence - that when the musician becomes perfect, he burns his instruments; they become not only useless, they become a nuisance because they only create noise. Only between that noise, are there a few moments of music - why not have it all?
And when the archer becomes a perfect master, he drops his bow and his arrows and forgets all about it.
A strange proverb - because ordinarily we think that when we become perfect our instruments will also attain a perfection with us; their working will also become perfect.
The proverb comes from a story:
A man had become a great archer, and he was confident that he had attained perfection. He never missed any target. He was able to kill flying birds without fail. He appeared before the emperor and told him, “It is time that you should declare me the greatest, the master archer of the empire. Otherwise I am ready for any challenge. If somebody doubts it, I am ready for a competition.”
The king knew the man, and knew that what he was saying was not bragging; it was a simple fact. But the old servant of the king said, “Wait a minute before you say anything, because I have something to say before you decide.” He was so old that he had served the grandfather of the king, the father of the king, the king himself, and there was a possibility that he would serve the fourth generation also.
The king had tremendous respect for the man. He said, “If you have something to say, you say it.”