i got this as my Zen for the day, and i thought of sharing it with you.
Sometimes there would be a rush of noisy visitors and the silence of the monastery would be shattered. This would upset the disciples; not the Master, who seemed just as content with the noise as with the silence. To his protesting disciples he said one day, “Silence is not the absence of sound, but the absence of self“.
We all need to have that moment in a day when we can find that Silence inside us. To live in harmony with ourself, and concurrently with the rest of the universe. We have to be willing to have it, and then we will be able to have it.
Sometimes staring into space isn’t such a bad thing. 
