Silence is listening
For the music;
Knowing when to be still
To hear one's self.
When the body stands silent,
Everything moves;
Silences are the noises,
The echo of everything.
Without being heard
The silence becomes visible,
The footsteps of the light
Can be heard in the meditation.
The silence walks with you
As the world makes you silent,
The idea is to hear the music
That is in the quietude of your peace.