Inhaling silence
The place filled with the wisdom
of our spirit
of our spirit
and the ancestors before us
speaking without words
speaking without words
understanding the language
which is not yet written
which is not yet written
teaching me to listen
Silence is the place
where invisible grace
is born
is born
acknowledging humanness
It’s tender fragile body
healing her with loving thoughts
she uncovers her pain
Exhaling silence
breathing out
The turmoil of my mind
The turmoil of my mind
whispers of affection
fill my soul
fill my soul
taking its residence
among the new land of introspection
calm intuition
is delivered with not fear
is delivered with not fear
but compassion
of the unknown
of the unknown
and I grasp
But for a moment
But for a moment
the unseen
and I hear her silence
the wisdom of her unspoken language
understanding the unwritten
and my soul begs me
to find her
again
~Almighty Heidi
4 comments:
Beautiful. Empowering.
the silence is filled with answers.
Christine..I love your writing, it is beautiful. Shadow...I know it is..i need to find..more quite.
This is very beautiful. I think our imagination is always bubbling up with thoughts from deep within, but it's so very hard to listen and hear -- amid all the noise.
What a lovely poem! :)
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