Sounds in meditation
Sitting in a silent apartment in midtown Manhattan, 15 floors up from the street, window open, crisp cool air winding around, I notice that while there are sounds - the occasional coo of a dove, chirp from a sparrow, laugh from a gull, a little bit of street noise, and, at meditation’s end, the sound of a jet plane rushing above me - there is no noise.
Perhaps listening to and tuning in to sounds, one by one, or in their own unique symphony, is a way to stop hearing all the noise.
Namaste.