A quiet welcome to the journey!
“You are a voice within me, waiting to be heard;
and a place in my body that trembles with you.
O voice of the heavens, voice of the earth, a beam of light...
It is you who opens this heart; with you, I am in the sema.”
The journey is often understood as movement. But what if it were also a state of stillness? What kind of observation would then be invited in?
The impulse to set out rarely comes from the desire to arrive somewhere. More often, it arises from the presence of a voice within a voice waiting to be heard.
This unnamed call, when followed, shapes its destination from within itself, again and again.
This call is most often encountered in silence and even more so, in the silence that lives within sound. A moment that may feel like emptiness, yet is where everything begins and ends.
The call of what has gone unheard, suppressed, not yet given form,
reveals itself only when the traveler pauses long enough to listen.
The journey, then, is less about following an outer current and more about staying attuned to a vibration already moving within life itself. If walking were simply remaining present to this ever-unfolding awareness, what kind of observation would naturally accompany the path?
This realization opens a delicate paradox one that unfolds just as it is. A person sets out to find oneself, only to discover that what was sought was never missing.
Why, then, search for what was never missing?
The path is not meant to resolve this paradox, but to learn how to walk alongside it
to remember truth within what appears fragmented. What is held tightly within
can begin to move with life when one allows oneself to be carried by its divine flow.
When the voice is allowed to emerge as it is, and one dares to surrender with trust,
its healing unfolds on its own. And when one no longer erases oneself
in the presence of the Divine, but learns instead to live in communion with it
to move, to breathe, to dance, remembering quietly begins.
That voice rising in silence within can be sensed even amid noise, within layers of sound,
in the hum of many voices at once; sometimes in the vibration of an instrument,
sometimes in a fleeting smile, and most often, once again, in silence itself. And when it can be heard..
When, as everything unfolds, being remains possible with that voice; when an open heart can be sustained within the movement of all things..
When growth carries the grace of softening; when what was once believed to be known
is gently released; when listening is learned anew, with an inner ear refined by purity..
Could awakening from the illusion of having arrived allow the gaze to return
to the zero point?
If this path, constantly redefining itself were sensed not as a destination, but as a quiet invitation to continue walking..
With the heart.. Listening for the silence and becoming sound through it..
In an ongoing relationship with the Eternal One, within a living dialogue from the One to the One, resonating as sound, and, in the end, resting as silence..
Could permission be quietly given?
Cansu Durucan