between
drops.
Listening to the
rain,
I hear the silence of
the storm.
~
Unspoken and the void is
large yet still but a
breath between
us
~
Words don't serve to fill a space but to act as a bridge...touching sides of
spirit in an holy act of union. Between all things - thoughts, words and
objects is the void that is sacred of itself.
We enter the void in silence.
And carry still the quite nature of its
essence in steps that have us wander
distance from our soul.
Yet we never leave.
For truth...this essence is our
home.
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