May silence obtain.
May the jittery clatter of nervous energy
cease to beat the ears.
May listening occur,
and attentive hearing.
Amid great silence
sound is cloaked in magic.
Goddesses, sprites, and fairies
tune to what is
while ordinary words become
superfluous effusions.
The silence of water extends to the horizon.
The silence of stones resides in the eternal earth.
In silence we take in the rhythm of our heartbeat.
Filled with silence we hear
the ticking and susurrating of the unseen.
In the face of what need not be put into words,
may we be mute.
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