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

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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