Be SILENCE

SILENCE

Soft whispers from yesteryears weave through the corridors of my mind,

Echoes of a world that once thrived in a hush now lost to time.

In the tender embrace of twilight, as the day melts into night,

I find myself drawn to those quiet moments, bathed in an ethereal light.

Long forgotten, they emerge from the mists of memory,

Where stillness once reigned supreme, and peace was the decree.

I recall the nights of childhood, the serene hush after a storm,

Where the world lay drenched in moonlight, its contours softened, transformed.

In those precious instances, when everything was wrapped in silence,

The air itself seemed to breathe, filled with a profound resonance.

The absence of noise was not a void but a delicate symphony,

A canvas upon which my dreams were painted vividly and free.

Underneath a canopy of stars, where every constellation seemed to whisper,

Silence was an old friend, wrapping me in its tender, comforting shroud.

The world was reduced to the gentle rustle of leaves and the distant call of an owl,

Each sound an echo in the vast expanse, a faint murmur in the grand, silent hall.

In those moments, I felt connected to something greater, a universal calm,

As if the universe itself paused to share in this serene and peaceful psalm.

Yet, silence is not merely the absence of sound,

But a reflection of our innermost thoughts, profound and unbound.

It is in these moments of quietude that our true selves are revealed,

Where the noise of daily life is silenced, and our essence is unsealed.

The quiet can be a mirror, showing us our deepest fears and desires,

A stage upon which our unspoken truths, our heart's deepest fires, transpire.

I remember times when words failed, and silence became the only solace,

In the midst of grief, in the wake of loss, where speech turned hollow and solace sparse.

In those heavy, unspoken moments, silence was a balm,

A space to grieve, to heal, to find a semblance of calm.

It held us gently in its embrace, a comforting void,

Where our raw emotions found a quiet place, unspoiled.

Silence has been my companion through countless solitary nights,

An ever-present partner in my reflective flights.

It has been in the pauses between thoughts, the stillness between breaths,

Where clarity emerges from chaos, and inner peace finds its depths.

The quiet spaces between spoken words are where understanding often resides,

Where the soul speaks in whispers, and the heart's true essence hides.

As years unfold, I cherish these moments of silence more,

For they are precious gifts that the world often overlooks or ignores.

In our fast-paced lives, filled with constant noise and clamor,

We sometimes forget the value of the silent, the simple, the inner glamour.

Yet, in silence, we find the echoes of our existence,

The gentle reminder of our humanity, our essence, our persistence.

In solitude, silence becomes a powerful, profound entity,

A realm where introspection and revelation find their true continuity.

It is a space where the past and present merge, where time slows down,

A hallowed ground where the essence of our being can be found.

Here, silence holds the weight of our deepest contemplations,

The whispers of our soul, and the essence of our aspirations.

Thus, in the stillness, we discover more about ourselves than in the clamor of life,

It reveals the beauty in quiet moments, away from the world's endless strife.

In embracing silence, we embrace the profound truth of our existence,

A realm where every breath, every pause, becomes a dance of persistence.

In the hush of silence, we find not emptiness but a mirror to our souls,

A canvas where our deepest selves are painted in quiet, vibrant, and whole.