SILENCE

Once a day woke up and said to itself “today I am going to BE SILENCE, I am going to revel quietly in the all encompassing SILENCE that replenishes all things”

And thus the day drifted smoothly within its own SILENCE, allowing itself to listen, to accept, to simply BE.

This was a wise day. It knew the ways of the Earth, and how life expands and contracts in infinite cycles of perfect change. It knew that most of the time what seems to be is not and what is does not seem to be. It knew that the receptive grace of silence allows the true power of creative passion to be birthed and the true nature of existence to show its scented colours in everlasting tune woven stanzas.

The smoothness of SILENCE allowed the wise day to respect its own rhythms. It allowed it to realize that the essence of life is not in forceful effort, but rather in effortless ease. It allowed it to praise each moment in gratitude rather than curse each fleeting minute.

Ah, and alas, at the end of the day, the wise day of SILENCE said to itself “now I can sleep soundly, knowing that all is well in all of existence, even when it seems to be upside down, because all in all it doesn’t really matter! What matters is the space of silence where illusion fades and truth shines, that is all that I AM and whatever I can BE, just IS that I AM”.

Sweet dreams.