*Each night I watch the world wind down,
traffic quietens then falls still.
People, ready for bed slow down and amble away.
To sleep, hopefully dream.
Birds stop singing, sirens stop ringing,
night's peace pervades, and stillness takes hold.
The earth is holding her breath and tongue.
Clutching the silence is akin to touching God.
Calming, reassuring, meditative and childlike.
Lightness of the soul takes hold,
like flight you want to soar up, up and up
until crystalline clarity within the silence shows you truth.
The truth is that the silence is deafening,
we humans need sound in order to drown out any form of truth*
Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 8:16 PM UTC
*Each night I watch the world wind down,
traffic quietens then falls still.
People, ready for bed slow down and amble away.
To sleep, hopefully dream.
Birds stop singing, sirens stop ringing,
night's peace pervades, and stillness takes hold.
The earth is holding her breath and tongue.
Clutching the silence is akin to touching God.
Calming, reassuring, meditative and childlike.
Lightness of the soul takes hold,
like flight you want to soar up, up and up
until crystalline clarity within the silence shows you truth.
The truth is that the silence is deafening,
we humans need sound in order to drown out any form of truth*
© JLB
18/08/2014
01:13 BST
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