22 Apr The Gentle Sound of Silence
The gentle sound of silence,
Forever with us, a moment to get lost.
A gust of air moving,
Takes my spirit with it.
Pockets of time, if only we’d slow down.
Throughout the day when time condenses — heartbeat slows, breath deepens, mind awakes.
These are the moments that matter.
Those notes amidst the ceaseless dance of life, before a meal, on a walk, eyes close and I want to drift away.
Drift into the sea of being; listen to a chirping bird, feel its heart beat, beat, beat like my own.
The grumble of a car, listen to the engine fire, fire, fire.
Fade into the night.
Tensions ease, silent release of self-imposed restraints.
The carrying gust of wind rushes through my open window and I smile, I smile as the cold wraps me up, as the darkness creeps in, as I know where I am, I know where I am.
In a body, a soul, a spirit that comes alive when awakened by a silent gust.
Make the time.
With my hands together, eternally at peace, seated in the gentle sound of silence.