How precious the gift of Silence
That runs through
That runs through.
How precious the gift of Silence
That runs through all outer things.

How precious the gift of space
That imbues
And imbues
How precious the gift of space
That empties all the fullness of things.

How precious the gift of openness
That consumes
That consumes
How precious the gift of openness
That inhabits and unfurls all concerns.

~–~

The clamour of the noises
and the voices
and the eyes and the ears
and opinions
and injustice
and frustrations and the fears
and the chatter of the world
and the anger of the day
fades away,
fades away
in the gift
of your Silence,
In the presence
of I AM.

In the emptiness of nothingness
The ringing silence resounds:
It consumes
It is empty it is full
And I dwell in your emptiness
For it is all
That is my all.

How precious the gift of the many things
Which all fade into nothing.
How precious the gift of the Silence,
The openness of your pure
bright Presence.

In silence you come when the clamour dies down
and I realize you were there all along.
In the silence and stillness where nothing lacks
I’m fulfilled and my all is your all.

All my emptiness is fullness in you.
We are one,
We are one.

Marc G

Feb 2023