I listen to the silence
shortly overpowered by
thoughts. It stops. It moves.
It comes and goes without obstruction.
The quietude of nothingness
gets distorted. I stop.
I swallow in the memories
that prickle and pain me
without recognizing their origin.
The chaos of it stops me
from continuing
the serene path of joy
while packing, clearing,
moving on to the next stage of life.
I pause, not erasing it all
or stopping the forces
but allowing the tears
to trickle gently down…and out.
Each one takes a little suffering
and then it all disappears.
I can breathe again. It hurts
no more,
no less,
not anything. I am back to me
with a wet smile on my face
and the honoring and gratitude
from my spirit
that this too shall pass
once and forever
when I stop holding
betrayal even while forgiving;
self-criticism even while accepting;
and grant the gift of unconditional love
for me
for once…
for all.
Beautiful…
Many thanks.
Self aware and acceptance is beautifully loud in its silence.
Quietude of nothingness. Powerful line
The voice with in isn’t so silent is it? It’s our ears that are deaf and our true voice muted…flip the switch to “on”, hear your beauty sing
That’s so beautiful. Thank you. Smiling widely. You are AWEsome….