Silence Silence folds upon itself layer after layer, filling first the mind, cleansing it of every errant thought, smiling at the sterile vacuum it leaves behind. It continues toward The heart, asking that it beat only for the joy of living. crouching to hear the ceaseless pulsing, it moves on. At last, the soul is stilled, untwisted from its rictus of angst and pain. As the water anoints each bend on the river on its quest towards the unity of the Ocean, so too does silence bless each ethereal space of our beings on its’ journey toward the realm of Peace.
good shit man. I especially like the image of the water annointing every bend of the river...though the whole ending was beautiful I think I'll go meditate...
Thank you for your kind words! I was feeling very tense yesterday and I knew if did not write something soon, I was going to scream.
