{"version":"1.0","type":"rich","provider_name":"Acast","provider_url":"https://acast.com","height":250,"width":700,"html":"<iframe src=\"https://embed.acast.com/$/6026eba14ec7c835c46c832d/6a439d136c42755eb6efb33a?\" frameBorder=\"0\" width=\"700\" height=\"250\"></iframe>","title":"Beauty and the Silence that is waiting for you","description":"<h1>Beauty and the Silence that is waiting for you</h1><p><a href=\"https://www.patreon.com/hardingmichael\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\" target=\"_blank\"><img src=\"https://c10.patreonusercontent.com/4/patreon-media/p/campaign/4270449/cf871338e8cc4d83a00db33fb61f416b/eyJoIjozNjAsInciOjM2MH0%3D/15.jpg?token-hash=lvYX5QqwP_y4qFJNXf_C_n5h3GuuTLaVN_iRRxoDfjg%3D&amp;token-time=1784073600\"></a></p><h3><a href=\"https://www.patreon.com/hardingmichael\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\" target=\"_blank\">On Tuesdays I'm a Buddhist - with Michael Harding</a></h3><p>Jul 3&nbsp;at&nbsp;6:00 PM</p><p>New</p><p><br></p><p>Edit</p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p> The heart of it is silence. The silence that exists between one note and another. </p><p>Every single note in the concerto, every piano note must arise out of silence And each single note must fall away into silence. And thereby is the mystery of silence in the beauty of the music that comes out of it And then I began to see my own breath as a music, my own voice, my own body as a kind of a dance </p><p>This thing that I thought I was, I thought this is me, but it's not me. It's simply a leaf that grew. It's, it's simply a note that comes out of the silence. </p><p>I come out of silence I belong deeply in silence. And when I just focus on an icon or a candle and I become still and I move down deep inside myself, I move deep through the ocean of disturbing emotion, the jealousies, the anger, the hatred, the longing, the lust. ......... I just go deeper and deeper by being still. </p><p>Eventually I come to my body. </p><p>Eventually I come to my breath </p><p>And then the threshold appears before me. </p><p>The sense that something is drawing me even deeper into silence, into a sense that I belong here. I am not alone here I am embraced as if in my mother's arms </p><p>And that's the core of beauty.</p>","author_name":"Michael Harding"}