If we could talk about it,
it wouldn't be silence.
All things that sit in the midst of it,
the heaviness and lightness of it.
It is the most pure.
The actual moment,
not broken by spoken words.
Simply being, feeling.
So much.
It is delicate and intricate.
Subtle, and haunting.
Definite and mysterious...
I am telling you so much,
in these tiny spaces.
it wouldn't be silence.
All things that sit in the midst of it,
the heaviness and lightness of it.
It is the most pure.
The actual moment,
not broken by spoken words.
Simply being, feeling.
So much.
It is delicate and intricate.
Subtle, and haunting.
Definite and mysterious...
I am telling you so much,
in these tiny spaces.
Hey Grace,
ReplyDeleteI'm back to blogger and thought I'd stop by and say hello/send well-wishes.
You have such a beautiful voice. Remember its inner strength, even when it begins to quiver. You are beautiful.
love,
Leslie