The beach was as clean as ever, the waves constantly washing it.
"How am I to hear these lessons?"
"Try using your ears. They are good for hearing."
"Well, I guess if I ask a stupid question..."
"There are no stupid questions, only considerations of value. What you value things as determines their use. Your ears are not stupid."
"Then do you suggest a way to open them?"
"You just got told to seek the Silence. There are lots of ways to do this. Some just sit quietly, others practice yoga-like meditation, some others use Silva methods or visualization - the list goes on forever, and I certainly don't pretend to consider I've heard about all of them. You have to pick one which fits you."
"Out of that long laundry list?"
"Or none of the above. Try a long walk on the beach, maybe. Plenty of beach in this dream of yours."
"This dream of mine. This dream. Mine. OK, let me try that." And I rose, dusting off the sand and leaving my sandals so I could better feel the sand and water under my feet. "See you."
I worked to relax as I walked, as I had been taught. To just be with the sea and water, air and birds and fish. Just to relax and let the world move over, around, and through me.
While I saw impressions on the clean beach, I saw the waves were carefully washing it clean again.