CRYSTAL SILENCE SHIMMERS
LIKE A FRESH CUT DIAMOND
IN THE CLEAR CRISP AFTERNOON SUN.
CLUTTERED THOUGHTS THAT ONCE GRIPPED SO COMPLETELY
HAVE VANISHED AS IF THEY WERE GHOSTS
AND I WAS THE DAWN.
THERE IS ONLY SILENCE
IT'S WARM GOLDEN GLOW FLOWING FROM THE DEPTHS
ENVELOPING,
SATURATING,
EXPANDING IN EVERY DIRECTION
AS IF I HAD STEPPED INTO THE GREAT ABYSS
THERE IS NOTHING BUT INDESCRIBABLE BEAUTY
SO GREAT THAT WORDS ARE UNWORTHY,
USELESS, EVEN PROFANE
A PEACE SO PURE THAT IT DEFIES UNDERSTANDING
LEAVES ME WANTING FOR NOTHING
KNOWING NOTHING
FEARING  NOTHING.
THERE IS ONLY SILENCE
AS IF I HAD BECOME THE SPACE BETWEEN THE WORDS
THE MOVEMENT OF THE WIND
THE ELECTRICITY IN THE LIGHTNING
THE VALLEYS THAT GIVE RISE TO MAJESTIC RANGES
THE FORCE BEHIND GREAT CURRENTS
EACH TINY DROPLET OF RAIN
EACH DROP OF BLOOD WITHIN MY VIENS
TEAMING HERDS STAMPEDING WITHOUT SOUND
HERE, I AM THE SACRED GROUND.
TIME, REDUCED TO EACH TIMELESS BEAT OF A SPLINTERED HEART
BECOMING WHOLE.
RETURNING HOME.