I wake up at dawn, roar louder the downpour. Fell waves of water on the tiles of the roof and, as always, I wonder if something crosses the bamboo trellis.
It 's the first sound I hear on the day of silence on Nyepi.
Bali devotes one day a year, the last day of the lunar year, Isakawarsa , silence. What a terrific way to strengthen the bond with nature and the gods that live and reside within human beings. A day devoted to listening to the universe around us, infinite in itself, removing half of the barrier erected sounds and noises. A "do less noise" applied to all those who live on the island, including foreigners. Few exceptions, the vital services, emergencies health and, after long debates, the tourists who are in hotels. They can not leave, they must behave in a compound, but may use the amenities of the resort.
no work, or travel, the airport is closed. The most observant and do not speak fast. An island with 4 million people who are silent for 24 hours. What a magnificent spectacle, if only they could testify. But is the rule of staying indoors at their place of residence. You can not go out, you can not operate machinery of any kind, you can not turn on lights or fires from dusk to dawn. Everyone, therefore, must bear witness to himself in your underwear is the place of choice in this quiet.
The result is a world muffled but returned to the original sounds, birds, insects, dogs barking, snapping at the hand of the cock, the wind shaking the palms and shaking the croton, rain free to roll on the roof with his thunderous voice, the waves that reach the shore with a deep accent.
A time spent listening. A long moment of introspection, to be devoted to smooth wrinkles mental the noise of the world has crumpled. A 'attention to the stamps that are normally turned off by the noise of the machines.
A silence is not scratched, immense, that feeds on its own sounds, so much so that captivates infinite desire. We are immersed in the sounds that provoke thought and to unplug for a day makes you want to try again and again this immense freedom.
Here, today, the day of Nyepi tropical island, you feel what the climbers, divers, cavers, the explorers of the forest love more than anything else. The absence of noise. E 'intoxicating, is like singing in the rain, is an experience of great empathy with our planet. And 'this is the meaning depths of a millenary rite that leads us to find content in the deprivation of the art, in this day of decline.
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