Silence
02/05/21 12:46
|TREE TIME INSPIRATION| Silence
When you are caught by rush,
and the only thing that matters
is to get into the very next one
Wait, my dear.
Wait.
Wait till you truly ear.
Under the morning blanket
of songbird
sunlight
and wind,
there's silence.
Not the silence
of supressed voices,
nor the silence
of paralysis.
But the silence
that is fertile.
That gives you back
the echo of all sounds.
Do you know this silence?
Remember.
There is always quiet,
behind the unquiet.
There's always something soundless
in the midst of the storm.
So temper your pace.
And wait.
Wait till you receive.
When the echo comes,
you turn around
only to find yourself
and renew
under a fresh new pace.
When you are caught by rush,
and the only thing that matters
is to get into the very next one
Wait, my dear.
Wait.
Wait till you truly ear.
Under the morning blanket
of songbird
sunlight
and wind,
there's silence.
Not the silence
of supressed voices,
nor the silence
of paralysis.
But the silence
that is fertile.
That gives you back
the echo of all sounds.
Do you know this silence?
Remember.
There is always quiet,
behind the unquiet.
There's always something soundless
in the midst of the storm.
So temper your pace.
And wait.
Wait till you receive.
When the echo comes,
you turn around
only to find yourself
and renew
under a fresh new pace.