Silence is golden but my eyes still see.

Every morning I wake up with the noise of cars that literally thunder through my street.

I' m shaking in my bed.

I hate noise... all kinds of noise.

I try to make contact with the silence within.

There is a different kind of silence that has nothing to do with the outside world.

It is a silenced mind, the silence in the deepest self, in your own nature and our nature herself.
It's a silence beyond duality, a silence beyond thought.
It's a silence that doesn't bother about what is going right or wrong
in the projection of all the images which create our outer worlds.
This is 'real' silence.