A sound of soft stillness

There is a raw, and delicate nerve
tucked like a stray hair
behind your ear.

There is a feeling of teetering
on the cusp of your own
infinity

with nothing to do
but catch the echoes
back from deep inside
the canyon.

They said to look for God
 in a sound of soft stillness.
They planted the clues,
handed me the treasure map.

And with the thudding compass
of my heart,
I woke up anew in the forest
of Oneness

the theory of separation
brushed away
in a gentle breeze

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