When breath meets tongue
And words are spoken
The world who knows my voice
Really only hears Ego
When the cogs are spinning
And thoughts are woven
Filling the space between my ears with prose
Ego is telling me stories
The world knows me by my words
I know myself by my thoughts
But I know neither of these
To be the me that longs to be
I am the breath between words
The space between paragraphs
I am the pause between thoughts
The stillness between heartbeats
I am golden radiance
Enveloping all
Not able to be held
Broken time and time again
I Am The Silence
About the Creator
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