Stillness

Sukun, calligraphy of Joumana Medlej

We lose words, being amazed or surprised and we stiffen without movement seeing something delightful.When one looks at a Nataraja statue, one cannot miss the unity of two opposite conditions, improbable in his perfection. It is a dual statement of stillness and motion, when the static sculpture represent the intense activity of Lord Shiva. The higher Unity is already stillness. While Shakti, Prakriti, a variety, a vibrancy, is a movement. She is movement and He is stillness. Moving into stillness is the practice of yoga as unity. The term samadhi means “unmoving mind,” indicating the stillness that is the goal of yoga.
It can be result of buddhist meditation or sufi whirling, or ecstasy of orthodox prayer - the silence becomes a  result of this movement. And for silent mind, the samsara fades and stops her infinite vanity for an instant. And also the wonderful kundalini in her divine movement reaches the blissful sahasrara chakra.
It's an ultimate movement, and nothing else in that moment exist. Or everything exists most full.
Moments of this mystical stillness are some of the most profoundly illuminating of a person’s life. They cannot be described because the description's tools become silent also. And when mind begins his movement, you can remember only. So thanks to fine poets which can transfer an echo of it.

A STILLNESS absolute, incommunicable,
Meets the sheer self-discovery of the soul;
A wall of stillness shuts it from the world,
A gulf of stillness swallows up the sense
And makes unreal all that mind has known,
All that the laboring senses still would weave
Prolonging an imaged unreality.
Self’s vast spiritual silence occupies Space;
Only the Inconceivable is left,
Only the Nameless without space and time:
Abolished is the burdening need of life:
Thought falls from us, we cease from joy and grief;
The ego is dead; we are freed from being and care,
We have done with birth and death and work and fate.
O soul, it is too early to rejoice!
Thou hast reached the boundless silence of the Self,
Thou hast leaped into a glad divine abyss;
But where hast thou thrown Self’s mission and Self’s power?
On what dead bank on the Eternal’s road?
One was within thee who was self and world,
What hast thou done for his purpose in the stars?
Escape brings not the victory and the crown!
Something thou cam’st to do from the Unknown,
But nothing is finished and the world goes on
Because only half God’s cosmic work is done.
Only the everlasting No has neared
And stared into thy eyes and killed thy heart:
But where is the Lover’s everlasting Yes,
And immortality in the secret heart,
The voice that chants to the creator Fire,
The symboled OM, the great assenting Word,
The bridge between the rapture and the calm,
The passion and the beauty of the Bride,
The chamber where the glorious enemies kiss,
The smile that saves, the golden peak of things?
This too is Truth at the mystic fount of Life.

— Sri Aurobindo – Savitri

SATYAM SHIVAM SUNDARAM