Tones of Silence
The whiteness of the frozen cold
over the lake,
expands the gaze.
And silence can be heard
in the vastness of space.
The fabric of it hangs, suspended
weightless, and still.
Only in this emptiness:
in the absence of the mind-junk of today
and the zig-zag of electromagnetic waves
can its oscillation be perceived.
it penetrates the entire being,
runs its fingers
over the filaments of the physical body,
bringing them into harmony with its own movement.
Clearing and cleansing.
Purifying the core vibrations of the cells
from the pollution of the modern world
and the coarseness it tries to encase us in,
one cell at a time, cell by cell.
And this Silence lulls us, it holds us
and allows us to unfold
parts of ourselves yet unknown…
It gives us the space for it.
As it enters in,
it pushes the boundaries of the Self
increasing the inner volume.
Silence is space
and in space there is silence.
Seeping inward, it weaves itself into the tapestry of the soul
so that power can flow through,
And the Fountain is formed,
from which One’s works spring forth.
© Dalida Iruoha.