The silence

Behind the word

A silence lives,

older than time.

It is waiting

behind the thoughts,

behind the restless circling of the mind,

like an unmoving sky

above the storms of the world.

People usually hear

only the noise of its surface —

the voices of desire,

the restless questions,

the constant process of becoming.

But deep beneath

opens slowly

a different expanse.

A silence,

which is not empty.

A present that needs no name.

That's where thinking falls away

like dust to the ground.

Time loses its way there

their heaviness.

And something inside

begins to remember.

Not words.

Not knowledge.

But rather a silent light that was always there.

The soul expands

in this silence.

She is no longer fighting

against the world.

She rests

in the invisible realm.

And from this depth

rises slowly

another force arises:

soft,

clear,

unshakable.

Like a silent sun

behind everything.

Perhaps the silence

not absence —

but the language

of the Eternal.