Enter Silence

When there’s no silence

there’s nothing to say

no space to breathe,

to think or hear,

the raindrops are  muted,

the roll of thunder faint;

we are distracted

and far from the pulse of nature.

But when silence reigns,

when distractions disappear

and the undercurrents

rise to the surface,

then we are in tune

with our surroundings,

with our thoughts,

with nature;

then we hear the rain

and the thunder

and the softest breath,

light as a fairy’s step;

then inspiration has space

to flood in

and take hold.