Words, spoken, whispered, written, everywhere
You listen, you read, language does not care
Whether your soul can process it all
The words, like a thunderous waterfall…
Fall on the deaf ears of your troubled soul
Silence, not noise, shall make it whole
Stop the flow of words, be silent and witness
Your luminous soul come alive in the process
Let silence speak louder, let silence heal
Those deep wounds you have been reluctant to feel
Celebrate this silence in a world with words saturated
In silence is the seed from the chaff separated
Passion...unbridled 