Silence is immeasurable.
And the silence that is forced is truly admirable.
But the silence that you stumble upon,
in the wake of a dying fire breathing into the twilight sky,
that silence is immeasurable, my friend.
That silence has the power to make your hair stand on end.
It’s the same silence that let’s you be engulfed by the chatter of your musings,
it’s the same silence that let’s you be immersed in your selective choosing.
It’s the same silence that rids the overflow of pains and fear,
it’s the same silence that let’s you relish the experience of being in one’s own unique sphere.
Occasionally, the incorruptible silence will be betrayed by a bird’s call,
but it only ends up adding to the symphonies of the dark enthrall.
In the end, I only had to wonder where this sort of silence would speak.
And then I finally realised that it wasn’t the in the depths of the ocean or the mountain’s peak.
It was in the core of the heart where this voice would truly be heard.
We only need to be able to part with our tensions and demur,
to access the richness of silence as it were!