She has been living in the quietness on a softly blanket wrapping the leftover fallout of noise riff raff.
Mute for the freedom of staying within the inert, a sublime fullness of nothing to ask.
There is naught seeking the knowledge of why it should be or cannot be for desire has no name there.
She is calm, this worldmade woman floating in the blue hushes of gentle seas.
There are no colorful tides forming, no hardened roars from deep sirens to shipwreck emotions.
Scarred emotions are washed away and she is unafraid of standing in the quiet hues of naturally alone.
A balance of being still and in the pause of no expectations, an epitomical arrow resting in the now of life’s bow to fly when the banquet of silence is complete.
Reclined with her silent muse, a simple peace traces the full body of her mind and she is no more and no less.
The tightened wait in her for the anythings or the somethings loses the tether to regrets. Time between the here and there has no weighting opinion.
She is happy in the half full half empty glass and takes a long drink of forgiving solitude.
She hears more in this divide, the shine of life the sweetest sound of all.
Everyone is the orchestra of living wonder.
She is one with the pulse of moments across time that have moved away from self centre.
Did you know that your soul sounds so very beautiful to her?
Are you willing to take a leap of faith into the stillness and listen to the quiet in you?
You may hear the symphony we compose when we’re not fixed up with I must do.
Listen and feel instrumental movements play in tune and smile at the upside down notes of your tuned out days.
Some time in the quiet has been enlightening ….