Silence, at last.
The ticking of the clock is so loud in the quiet.
Silence is thick, invasive, but yet freeing somehow.
Thoughts become animated, insistent, pressing.
A jumble thrown into the air, fluttering in slow motion downward into my hands.
I pick up each in my mind and turn it over to examine closer. Does it have texture? What emotions are attached? Is it important? Do I need it?
In the clarity of silence, without emotion, thoughts are examined, judged, placed in order, assigned action or even discarded.
In the center, in the calm of inner self, I commune with the Spirit. His words fill my every cell with life, with breath, with purpose.
He says, "I am with you."
And with an exhalation, silence.