There's a silence
There's a silence.
So still, I can hear my heart beat.
It still does.
Miraculously.
The night is peaceful and dark.
So still, I can hear my baby breathe.
She sleeps peacefully.
Un-miraculously.
The darkness stretches its arm.
Yet the night is crystal clear.
How did the dark light up so well?
The light of truth.
Truth when visible in its stark naked form.
Lights up the night.
Night it still is.
Dark it still is.
Yet there is light.
There is silence.
Truth pains the heart.
Slices through the kindness.
Truth liberates the soul.
The lightness of being as truth liberates.
There is silence.
There is truth in silence.
How can liberation be so hurtful?
The answer lies in the silence of the night.
The darkness blankets the chilled soul.
The silence soothes the severed soul.
A final truth lies
cushioned in the night's silence.
posted by Tuya @ 21:24
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