The Wonder of Silence

Silence And The Mournful Wail

 

There is a stillness.

An ever unfolding infinity.

That holds no

difference from

your most mournful wail.

 

Be still

or cry with every muscle.

Lay out all your tender parts

or notice you are not here.

 

It makes no difference if you run towards your

infinite self

or your constricted self.

The beloved loves both.

Loves the truth of both.

Loves the reality of both.

 

Just run toward

what is real!

You will know it by the fear.

 

It is the fear that is your savior.

That let's you know your path.

 

Allow it without hesitation.

 

It is not

our living that fears dying.

It is our death

that fears being fully alive.