Brightening spirit within the dancing coloured lights when the words will not reveal their mystery in their memories of twinkling feelings
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Silence and Sound
Interrupting me when I don't want to talk, there is more to peace than silence, when I have nothing to say. Some people seem to be afraid of the absence of sound. And then there is that screaming silence, a quiet aggression, A beautiful stillness, pervades sometimes, nonetheless, it reaches into the heart of you and it comforts and it shelters it walks you in its own direction and you have no choice but to follow.
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