Silence is . . .
A standstill . . .
Am impasse . . .
A moment of indecision . . .
Then, a time to hear the counsel of Wisdom.
A respite . . .
A time of Inaction . . .
when it is the mind that
sees, hears,
tastes, smells . . . and
feels.
A transition . . .
A period prior to a closure
and letting go . . .
when no one is ushered in
to a new phase.
An encounter
with who one really is –
the entity residing within,
untainted by labels . . .
and titles.
A glimpse of home . . .
where one is bound and hopes
to reside . . .
the stat before movements
and things came to be . . .
the domain of pure Bliss.
Philip Briana
March 18, 2010
10:30 am
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