Here, in this sacred space... :::::::::.............::::::::: ...where curtains and breeze .....dance and tease,
...no words are uttered, i hear nothing .........except my breathing eyes roam, legs are crossed, as if to rule, determined....as a stubborn mule
here in this sacred space, i have a regular dialogue with my Creator....my Saviour, ::::::::::::::::..........................:::::::::::::::::: through His mysterious ways, He speaks to me i am drawn to a quietude that flows from Him. ...........this noiseless space talks to me... it's not the words...something else takes over .....and enfolds me........especially, when fragmented moments start to stir my heart, ...i lose them all....when i hold my breath when my mouth has ceased, my words on a halt, ...........i am suspended.....far from the noise .....................of the outside world... ::::::::::::::: here in this sacred space, i am with my loved one, ::::::::::::::::..........................::::::::::::::::::: though distant............the world is...ours, we're in deep conversation that could last a day we are ourselves, naked..wearing no false pretenses ...we are timeless...we are one...the two of us... :::::::::::: here, in this sacred space...rich with ......an imperturbable stillness ..........my mind is overwhelmed ...by a silence.....so eloquent....... ::::::::::::...................::::::::::::