There is an essential silence that continually blesses us all. I feel it as I type words into the void. It unreels like an old movie, the kind where no voice was able to be heard. It breathes life into the words of this world. It animates everything. Trees know it and rocks absorb and emit it. Stars beam it down to us in the form of light.
How blessed we are to be that silence and to share it freely. We do that because it is effortless. A strained silence is noisy whereas essential silence is a benediction on this weary world.
The silence seeps in around the cracks of suffering. Like light, it is who we are. As love, it transforms ugliness into grace and grace into miracle. I tend a piece of this silence. I am farming it so that flowers grow tall and the soul’s lushness is revealed petal by petal, word by word.
Silence is the essence of us all. The void from which we spring peppers the world with hallelujahs. It softens the suffering soul and revives the desert landscape. It also shows us the beauty of the desert and the dark valleys of loss. Lest I become overwrought, I shall stop on a dime’s worth of words so you can feel like a millionaire within it all.