Even when the teacher speaks, there is silence.
Not the silence of absence, nor the silence of withdrawal from life—but a living silence, a radiant stillness that precedes all form and sound. This silence is not an experience to grasp. It is not a state to achieve. It is the ground of being itself. The true source of all that arises.
When the words of a true teacher are spoken, they do not come from the conditioned mind. They are not the product of rehearsed knowledge or personal opinion. Instead, they arise out of this mysterious silence—an unspoken knowing that belongs to no one and yet lives in all. The words may vary, the tone may shift, the style may change—but the transmission is always the same.
It is the transmission of silence.
To the untrained ear, it may sound like just another talk, another teaching, another stream of concepts. But to the open heart, to the listening that is undefended and sincere, something deeper is heard. Not in the words themselves, but in what surrounds them. Beneath them. Within them. That which the words cannot contain but may gently point toward.
This is why a true teaching can never be fully grasped by the intellect. It is not about accumulating spiritual knowledge. It is not about finding answers to questions. It is about attuning to the frequency of silence—the undisturbed presence that is always here.
For the student who is ready, the words of the teacher are not merely information. They are echoes of the vastness. They carry the fragrance of the eternal. And it is not the mind that understands this—it is the heart that knows.
But this knowing requires a certain surrender. A letting go of the compulsion to interpret, to conclude, to own what is heard. It requires the courage to not-know. To be empty enough that the silence can speak in you.
And in that emptiness, something profound happens. The separation between teacher and student begins to dissolve. The silence that speaks through the teacher is revealed as the same silence that lives within you. What is heard is not a teaching from another, but a remembering of your own true nature.
This is the real teaching.
Not in what is said,
but in what is felt beneath the words.
The stillness that cannot be spoken,
but is always speaking.
Here is a short meditation from a recent online event:
The Silent Depth of Being.
Thank you for reading.
Dear Amoda, All words melt away in Great Silence. What remains is the deepest Gratitude and Love for you and your Transmissions. You are the rarest Gift to all who longs to come Home. 🙏❤️
Thank you- so soothing and freeing.