The quieter he became ... the more he could feel only a single lit candle moved the stillness , gripping the void between lucency and obscure darkness
longing eyes slipped slowly closed as the flicker faded , inner quietude dimming all light the darker it got ... the more vividly he could see
a nearly silent exhaled sigh let the memories flood ; leaning into the bereft where there once was light , he became a timeless silence without form only shaped by retracing re-remembered words
yearning to understand some of the greater things life unfolds experiencing the unknown without fear , for to clinch and feel that which seems indefinable
for here , in this formless manifest dimension , all layers of essence are peeled back to the bared aurora of a soul's spirit light ;
at the core of inner stillness nothing is impossible ...