What Happens When You Immerse Yourself in the Sound of Silence?

What Happens When You Immerse Yourself in the Sound of Silence? August 25, 2015

In 1950, the activist Audre Lorde wrote a poem titled “Memorial I,” which includes these lines:

If you come as softly

as the wind within the trees

you may hear what I hear

see what sorrow sees.

If you come as lightly

as threading dew

I will take you gladly

nor ask more of you.

You may sit beside me

silent as a breath….

Between the lines of that poem, I hear a caution that when someone is suffering, if you do not come softly/lightly/silently, then an opportunity to offer comfort will often be missed. Lorde’s poem also reminds me of the Jewish practice of sitting Shiva for seven days when an immediate relative dies: a parent, sibling, spouse, or child. The practice of sitting Shiva creates time and space to be present to grief, and that seven-day window is an invitation for friends and family members to offer a ministry of compassionate presence.

My training in counseling and spiritual direction similarly cautions against presuming to say, “I know how you feel,” and instead to recognize that, “Each individual is the expert of their own pain, suffering, and experience.” Realizing that you can’t be an expert on anyone else’s interior life, frees you to practice what the Buddhists call “Beginner’s Mind” in which you try to let go of feeling like you need to know the right thing to say or do, and give yourself permission to simply be present: softly, lightly, silently.

But sitting in caring, compassionate silence beside a longtime friend or loved one is not the only kind of silence. The poet Billy Collins, in his poem “Silence,” says it this way:

There is the sudden silence of the crowd

above a player not moving on the field,

and the silence of the orchid.

The silence of the falling vase

before it strikes the floor,

the silence of the belt when it is not striking the child.

Or in the words of the contemplative teacher Martin Laird:

Not all silence is the same. There is the awkward silence of the road trip with someone we do not know quite well enough to be silent next to, the refrigerating silence of hardened anger, the reverential silence of dogwoods in winter, the vast silence of a cathedral, the focused silence of absorption in our sewing or a good book, the stunned silence of seeing the status of our pension fund. Each features physical silence, the absence of sound waves, but this silence is merely the outer form of other dynamics. (46)

In young adulthood, when I first began exploring the diversity of the world’s religions, I had my first extended immersions into silence among Zen Buddhists, who invited me to enter the zendo, choose a cushion facing a blank wall, and “just sit” for forty-five minutes. As the saying goes, Don’t just do something, sit there!” My next forays into silence were among the Quakers, who invited me into an hour of silence in which speaking was only to emerge if the Spirit moves you. As the practice was taught to me, “Let the next words from your mouth emerge from your best self, else remain silent.” As I continued to experiment with five-minute, twenty-minute, forty-five minute or ninety-minute meditation periods, I began to feel a shift inside myself. It felt like those times in silence were dropping an anchor into the earth such that when the storms of life inevitably arose, I found myself more grounded than I had felt in similar circumstances before I had begun experimenting with interior journeys into silence.

In my mid-twenties, I began to explore the contemplative side of the Christian tradition, including some five-day silent retreats in monasteries. For five days, I would have no access to television, cell phone, radio, computer, or any of the other technological distractions that pervade our modern life. I also did not know anyone else at these monasteries. 

At first, I wondered how I was going to pass the time without being bored out of my mind. Full disclosure, part of the point of silence and solitude is precisely to bore you out of your “Monkey Mind.” And, indeed, I found the actual experience of my brief stint into monastic life to be both scary and liberating. I took long walks on the surrounding land and got plenty of sleep. I had time to read leisurely and to eat slowly. Most importantly, in the silence, I found myself in a time of recollection. Five un-busy days in a row presented me with a more-or-less forced opportunity to reassess my life: to ponder my past, present, and future without any technology or other person to distract me. 

To give you a glimpse into the rhythms of monastic life, the monks at the Abbey of Gethsemane in Kentucky Infinityrise at 3:15 a.m. for their first service of the day. And while getting up at 3:00 a.m. sounds terrible at first, it is manageable if you get in the habit of going to bed by 8:00 p.m. with no electronic devices to keep you awake. One advantage of getting up so early is that many monks have essentially six hours of time (3 a.m. – 9 a.m.) for reading, studying, and meditating before their work duties begin midmorning. That’s an expansive amount of free time for self-care and spiritual growth — every day for a lifetime — that most of us cannot come close to matching. And it is one of many reasons that there are insights monastics of all traditions have to teach us who live in the world. If you are interested in learning more about the monastic life, one of my favorite starting points to recommend is a book called An Infinity of Little House: Five Young Men and their Trial of Faith in the Western World’s Most Austere Monastic Order. It tells the story of five novices seeking to be part of the Carthusian Order. It’s as if they set the TV show Survivor in a monastery — Which one will survive? Who will get voted off the island!

Few of us, however, feel called to spend our lives almost exclusively in silence and solitude. But new scientific studies are coming out all the time, heralding the benefits of spending more time in silence than most of us currently do in our frenetic, overstimulated, 24-7 world, although I’m heartened whenever I see stories of schools teaching yoga and mindfulness to young children as we also do in the religious education classes in the congregation I serve as minister.

To take just one example of the benefits of contemplative practices: Some studies of pain management “have reported a [reduction of pain] after as little as four 20-minute meditation sessions. Some mindfulness intervention studies claim to use mindfulness induction techniques, which could be as short as one moment of paying attention to present sensory experience, non-judgmentally and non-reactively.” Those words non-judgmentally and non-reactively are key.

To share another insight from Laird, “The opposite of the contemplative life is not the active life but the reactive life” (42). In other words, the choice is not between either spending all your life in cloistered silence or spending all your life frenetically in the world. Rather, spending time in silence amidst your life in the world can greatly increase your capacity to be non-judgmental and non-reactive to whatever stressful situations come your way.

We hear a lot about mindfulness, but equally important is cultivating heartfulness in one’s meditation practice: opening yourself compassionately to whatever arises as you enter into silence. Regarding what may arise within us when we slow down, the Sufi poet Rumi says in his poem “The Guest House”:

This being human is a guest house.

Every morning a new arrival….

Welcome and entertain them all!

Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,

who violently sweep your house

empty of its furniture,

still treat each guest honorably.

He may be clearing you out

for some new delight….

Rumi is encouraging us neither to repress whatever arises within us, nor to fixate on it. The invitation of entering into silence is to stop trying to ignore our inner life and instead offer hospitality, compassionate, and welcome to whatever emerges within you — then practice letting it go.

Along these lines, I once heard a practitioner lament to the contemplative teacher Thomas Keating that, “During the last twenty-minute meditation period I must’ve gotten distracted at least a thousand times.” Keating invited him to reframe his distress and see the past twenty-minutes as a time when he had one thousand opportunities to practice letting go of what Buddhists call the “Monkey Mind.” Just as a beginning piano student or athlete is clumsy at first, you get better with practice. So too with contemplative practices: over time your powers of concentration and insight will strengthen. 

Accordingly, I would like to invite you to spend at least a few moments right now experimenting firsthand with what happens when you immerse yourself in the sound of silence. Among the many wonderful contemplative practices in the world’s religions from which you can choose, I would like to introduction you to experience a Buddhist practice that is less familiar to many of us called nada yoga:

Nada is the Sanskrit word for “sound,” and nada yoga means meditating on the inner sound, also referred to as the sound of silence. (Interestingly, nada is also the Spanish word for “nothing.”) To detect the nada sound, [I invite you to] turn your attention toward your hearing. If you listen carefully to the sounds around you, you’re likely to hear a continuous, high-pitched inner sound like white noise in the background. It is a sound that is beginningless and endless. 

Try listening for that sound now. I invite you for now to let go of any impulse “to theorize about this inner vibration in an effort to figure out exactly what it might be…. Bring your attention to the inner sound and allow it to fill the whole sphere of your awareness. In a small number of people, the inner sound is oppressively loud.” If that is the case for you, I invite you instead to focus on your breath. 

 I invite you to put both feet on the floor. Straighten your posture — relaxed but alert. Open your heart. And as distractions arise, practice letting go, gently and with compassion, of whatever is seeking to arise within you. Then return your attention gently to the nada sound.

What happens when you listen to the sound of sheer silence?

The Rev. Dr. Carl Gregg is a trained spiritual director, a D.Min. graduate of San Francisco Theological Seminary, and the minister of the Unitarian Universalist Congregation of Frederick, Maryland. Follow him on Facebook (facebook.com/carlgregg) and Twitter (@carlgregg).

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