The soul hungers for a taste
of nothing.
Slip into the chasm of stillness
and breathe
melodious silence.
The hallowed hollow of splendid peace
holds the hush
of the half note rest.
Mysterious intermissions are woven together
in an intricate pattern of
void.
Touch the tapestry of empty space
hanging
in the pale
quiet
sacred idleness.
~~
from “A Place where Secret Shadows Shine.”
Reprinted with permission.
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