Monday, March 28, 2011

Silence.

Efforted, yet simple. Free flowing, caressing, loving. Seeing, like seldom seen. Honest, with no pretense. Seeking  and finding.  A voice, with no volume. Clear in its birth, certain of its course, unmindful of its death

The darkness, the light. The good, the bad. Boundaries diminished. All knowing, complete. The constant chatter, selective uptake. Making sense of nothing. Making nothing of sense.

Watching; like a cat its prey. Touching; like cold water on a hot day. Comforting; like a warm meal on a cold night. Understanding; like a mother, the wail of a newborn child. Quiet  in the madness. The din in the quiet.

Pristine, sparkling, all forgiving.

And then shyly, albeit with a sparkle in her eye, returns my sanity.








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