(en español)

What a strange thing is silence. There is always some noice around us. Somehow, I search for silence.
Saturday night I was in a house in the country, at the Sierra Gorda. No cars, no voices tha could be heard. But nature produce it’s own noice. A concert of insects and frogs was on. Even though, it was not the sounds I can hear when I’m in my house, in San Luis Potosí.
When I meditate early in the morning, there’s already sounds of cars and people. I can seat quietly, and go on my meditation without distraction.
When riding my bicicle it happens the same. I go through the traffic pedaling, with full attention on what is going around me, but I’m listening without listening. I am conscious of what is happening, but not holding onto anything.
Those moments are precious, an important part of my daily simple life.

Author: Limón

A Zen practitioner, mindfulness coach (Happiitude) in a spiritual path of detachment, decluttering, meditation and health. Member of the International Satsang Association / Practicante de zen, coach de mindfulness (Happiitude) y facilitador en desarrollo humano, en un camino espiritual hacia el desapego, la meditación y costumbres más saludables. Miembro de la International Satsang Association ( https// )

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