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Discourse 22
This Is My Secret: This Silence
This Is My Secret: This Silence
1 January 1988 am in Gautam the Buddha Auditorium
Question 1
BELOVED MASTER,
THE OTHER NIGHT YOU WERE LIKE A MASTER MUSICIAN
PLAYING A BEAUTIFUL MELODY ON THE STRINGS OF MY HEART.
BELOVED MASTER, IS THIS YOUR SECRET IN LETTING ME
SING MY SONG MORE AND MORE?
Anand Premartha, music is the only language that comes very close
to silence, the only sound which is able to create the soundless. It
has to be understood that music has no meaning. It is sheer joy,
celebration. It is the only art that can somehow impart the
inexpressible.
The ancientmost tradition of music is that it was born out of
meditation. The people who meditated could not find any way to
impart their experiences. They invented different instruments so that
something can be said without creating a meaning in you but
certainly a joy, a dance.
It must have been a tremendously valuable revelation for those who
in the beginning discovered a language which is not a language.
Sounds in themselves have no meaning. Meaning is man’s
imposition on sounds. Sounds are natural. The wind blowing through
the pine trees has a sound and a music of its own. Or a river,
descending from the mountain through the rocks, has its own
sound and its own music.
It is my assumption that meditators, listening to the inner silence,
must have felt the tremendous difficulty of how to share it. It was in
those beginning days that music was discovered....
Question 1
BELOVED MASTER,
THE OTHER NIGHT YOU WERE LIKE A MASTER MUSICIAN
PLAYING A BEAUTIFUL MELODY ON THE STRINGS OF MY HEART.
BELOVED MASTER, IS THIS YOUR SECRET IN LETTING ME
SING MY SONG MORE AND MORE?
Anand Premartha, music is the only language that comes very close
to silence, the only sound which is able to create the soundless. It
has to be understood that music has no meaning. It is sheer joy,
celebration. It is the only art that can somehow impart the
inexpressible.
The ancientmost tradition of music is that it was born out of
meditation. The people who meditated could not find any way to
impart their experiences. They invented different instruments so that
something can be said without creating a meaning in you but
certainly a joy, a dance.
It must have been a tremendously valuable revelation for those who
in the beginning discovered a language which is not a language.
Sounds in themselves have no meaning. Meaning is man’s
imposition on sounds. Sounds are natural. The wind blowing through
the pine trees has a sound and a music of its own. Or a river,
descending from the mountain through the rocks, has its own
sound and its own music.
It is my assumption that meditators, listening to the inner silence,
must have felt the tremendous difficulty of how to share it. It was in
those beginning days that music was discovered....
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