Silence is usually understood to be something negative, something empty, an absence of sound, of noises. This misunderstanding is prevalent because very few people have ever experienced silence. 

All that they have experienced in the name of silence is noiselessness. But silence is a totally different phenomenon. It is utterly positive. It is existential, it is not empty. It is overflowing with a music that you have never heard before, with a fragrance that is unfamiliar to you, with a light that can only be seen by the inner eyes. 

It is not something fictitious, it is a reality, and a reality which is already present in everyone — we just never look in. 

Your inner world has its own taste, has its own fragrance, has its own light. And it is utterly silent, immensely silent, eternally silent. There has never been any noise, and there will never be any noise. No word can reach there, but you can reach.

To describe meditation is to stand in a dark room, and tell you there is light outside the door. How to find the door without groping blindly? But there is pleasure in reaching — such delightful pleasure! — when you know the light is there. The Light is there! In that direction, more or less. You follow my voice, many voices; it is all a practice of approximation, of seeking, not one of arriving. Arrival is death! And the path… it is a Well Lit Path, even when the eyes are closed.