Blessed Silence, how grateful I am that you found me once again.
My mind had all these ideas of what I was going to write
but when I sat down to type all the words flew away.
Instead, I discovered a vast space pulsing with tangible quiet
and the deep inner peace that tells me everything is okay.
Your sudden appearance used to distress me.
I questioned how I could call myself a writer if I had nothing to say.
But I have come to realise that you are a wise teacher.
You may show up unexpectedly and catch me by surprise
but you always bring gifts:
Rest. Presence. Depth. Space. Holding.
Time beyond time. Refined listening. Integration.
These gifts cannot be fully received if I am in motion,
chasing after thoughts that were already running away.
New words may come later, perhaps wisdom too
but if there is something truly to be spoken,
Silence, it will arise from you.