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There is a moment we all miss.
A moment so subtle, so ordinary, that it slips past unnoticed:
The space between two heartbeats.
For years, I moved through life without ever feeling it. I was busy, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. Even as I practiced yoga, even as I taught it, there was a constant background noise inside me: thoughts, memories, plans, and expectations.
Silence felt like an idea, not an actual experience.
Then one day, during a simple meditation, my teacher asked me:
“Can you hear the sound behind all sounds?”
I didn’t understand the question. I tried to listen to the ceiling fan, to the birds outside, and to my breath. None of it felt like “behind.” But something about the question stayed with me. It worked on me the way a mantra does: quietly, slowly, beneath the surface.
I kept listening.
Not to the world.
But to myself.
And slowly, something began to shift.
The First Time I Heard Silence
It happened unexpectedly.
Not during a deep meditation.
Not during chanting.
But during a pause between breaths.
For the first time, I felt silence, not as an absence, not as emptiness, but as a living presence. A soft vibration. A hum beneath everything.
It wasn’t loud.
It wasn’t dramatic.
It was simply there.
A doorway I had been ignoring.
Most of us are more afraid of silence than of noise. Noise distracts us, entertains us, and validates us. Silence does none of that. Silence shows us ourselves.
That is why Nada Yoga, the yoga of inner and outer sound, is not really about music or instruments.
It is about listening to what we run from.
Sound is a Teacher
People often ask me:
“Why does sound feel so healing?”
“Why does mantra calm the mind?”
“Why do singing bowls bring me to tears?”
Because sound bypasses the intellect.
It moves through the spine, the breath, and the heart. It shakes loose the emotions we didn’t know were still inside us. It rearranges the inner world gently, like a mother fixing a child’s blanket.
When you chant a mantra, you’re not repeating words.
You are aligning yourself with a vibration that has existed for thousands of years. You’re tuning your body. You’re adjusting your mind. You’re remembering something ancient.
And when the mantra ends, what remains is silence.
A silence that feels earned.
Lived.
True.
That silence is the real teacher.
What Students Discover When the Noise Drops Away
In Rishikesh, I meet many people who come searching for something they cannot name.
Some come looking for healing.
Some come looking for direction.
Some come looking for themselves.
But the pattern is the same:
When the noise of their old life begins to fade,
when rivers replace city streets,
when mantra replaces inner chatter,
when breath replaces tension,
Their faces soften in ways they did not expect.
I’ve seen tears fall during pranayama. I’ve seen people cry without understanding why. I’ve seen shoulders drop after holding years of weight. I’ve seen people breathe freely for the first time in decades.
And none of this is because they discovered a perfect pose.
It’s because they discovered a perfect pause.
That small, delicate stillness that lives in the space between two thoughts.
Two breaths.
Two heartbeats.
They found silence.
And in that silence, they found themselves.
The Real Purpose of Yoga is Not to Perfect the Body
We spend so much time trying to perfect the posture that we forget the purpose.
Yoga is not about touching your toes.
It is about touching your truth.
Yoga is not about flexibility of the body.
It is about flexibility of awareness.
Yoga is not about how long you can hold a pose.
It is about how deeply you can let go.
Yoga, as the sages wrote, is a practice of stilling the fluctuations of the mind.
But we can’t still the mind by force.
We still it by listening.
Listening to breath.
Listening to movement.
Listening to mantras.
Listening to the subtle sound that exists before, during, and after everything.
This is why Nada Yoga remains so close to my heart.
It taught me that sound is not something we produce. It is something we enter.
The Moment Everything Changed
One evening, during a silent meditation, I felt a strange sensation and a humming inside my chest that wasn’t breath, heartbeat, or imagination.
It was steady.
Continuous.
Alive.
I don’t know how long I sat with it. Minutes, maybe hours. Time dissolved.
But when I opened my eyes, something fundamental had shifted:
I realized I had been chasing the wrong thing.
I had been looking for peace outside in places, people, and practices. But the peace I had been seeking…was the same vibration that had been living inside me this whole time.
It was always there.
I just wasn’t listening.
The Truth We All Forget
The world is full of sound: conversations, traffic, music, notifications, ambition, memory.
But beneath all of it is a deeper sound,
the quiet, patient hum of life
saying:
“Come home. I am here.”
Not in words.
Not in ideas.
In vibration.
In presence.
In breath.
In silence.
If you sit long enough, breathe softly enough, and listen gently enough,
You will hear it too.
The sound between two heartbeats.
Where yoga truly begins.
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author: Yogacharya Bhuwan Chandra
Image: Author's Own
Editor: Lisa Erickson
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