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Peace and Quiet and Crickets

By Narinder Bazen Khalsa

Nature wants to give us peace.

At 3am the depth of quiet is precious. Tiptoeing through the kitchen, I take my cup of tea and sit outside on the porch. Opening the front door I open myself up to be blanketed with summer night air and the cricket orchestra. Yogi Bhajan said, 

“Mentally look around you. Tune into the aura and feel that you are part of Mother Nature as a being. Feel that you are a star in the vastness and the beauty of the blue sky. Perceive your own radiance.” 

Often times this activity is more restorative than sleep.

Have you ever just sat and listened to crickets in the summer night? Crickets squat all around the globe, except in the far northern regions predominated by colder climates. They die once winter begins and when Queen Spring comes, nymphs arrive singing their ancestors’ song. Rarely will a cricket fly, but almost always will he sing with his wings.

The soundscape of Nature has proven to bring peace to our bodies and minds.

The body processes the sounds of Nature as non-threatening information and we are calmed when we take them in. In my experience, it is not just the sound itself but the environment. If we are on a train in London listening through our headphones to a recording of a babbling brook on YouTube, we are not entirely immersed in the experience offered only when we are in the natural habitat of the sound. Nature will perfectly arrange a full spectrum experience that soothes our nervous systems. We just have to accept the invitation.

My relaxing jaw opens my ears, my eyes close, and all of my attention is given to the cricket’s song. I don’t focus on my breathing, I don’t focus on a mantra, I don’t focus on my posture, I simply listen.

A silver thread of vibration moves before me, curving around my head. It comes directly into my ears. The tightness in my ears softens and I tune into the very existence of Nature. Nature is the source of everything. It is life and death loosely rolling over each other in one continuous sequence from Infinity to Infinity. We are Nature.

When we want peace in our environments, but we are warring within our homes, or our bodies, or our diets, or our social media, our jobs, our yoga studios, our yoga lineages, our neighborhoods, our families, or our minds; we are caught in language. We are often stumbling over words while attempting to lay out plans to rearrange what (despite our best efforts) will naturally unfold into perfection outside of ‘good’ and ‘bad.’

Erase language for a few minutes each day, and expand your brain to listen to that which is beyond all alphabets. Give the language centers of your brain a break. So much comes from that practice. Nature speaks to us beyond words. Are you listening? It longs to bring you peace. The peace is already there. Give it some attention and watch it grow. Can you sit in the vibration of satisfaction? That is where Nature sits. Nature continually satisfies itself. Commune!

The majority of people on this planet want peace. All of the creatures on this planet want peace. If you would like for there to be more peace, enjoy the quiet. Develop the art of Suniai, deep listening.

Whether it is crickets, the wind, the frogs or your own breathing, align with the sounds of the Universe. So many seekers long for a grand experience of peace, they constantly scroll searching for the meme with that one bit of deep sage advice that feels like the pinnacle of enlightenment.

But, please see, peace takes the path of least resistance. It does not search, it flows. It, like sound, is everything and everywhere. Peace, like sound, holds everything together yet it is largely unseen. It goes unnoticed because it is laying in the low lands, tucked inside a fallen log, soaring over mountain tops, or meandering on the ocean floor. The creatures are singing to you. Be quiet and enjoy the peace.

As a fond mother, when the day is o’er,
Leads by the hand her little child to bed,
Half willing, half reluctant to be led,
And leave his broken playthings on the floor,
Still gazing at them through the open door,
Nor wholly reassured and comforted
By promises of others in their stead,
Which, though more splendid, may not please him more;
So Nature deals with us, and takes away
Our playthings one by one, and by the hand
Leads us to rest so gently, that we go
Scarce knowing if we wish to go or stay,
Being too full of sleep to understand
How far the unknown transcends the what we know.
-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Narinder Bazen Khalsa lives in Atlanta with her husband Brahamjot Singh. She is an artist, a Kundalini Yoga teacher, and a Home Funeral Guide.  www.mytwocrows.com