It is still a beautiful world
Amidst the chaos we create
Energy neither created or destroyed
Transformed from our delicate narratives
Access your stillness
Find your silence, it’s there
Patiently awaiting you, loyal and eternal and present.
What do you hear, dear one?
Who calls you to action?
Why do you obstruct and judge and fear?
It is but silence after all interspaced with the call of birds
The rustle of sheets
Gurgling bellies
Clink of cutlery and pen on page.
So
Please be gentle
And brave
And look again to your silence within
Remember it is still a beautiful world.
And it is all here, for you.
