the substance of silence

Once again.
The quiet
             has
                descended.

I
find myself
in the midst of noise
but they
spin
outside me... far
away

I am brought to my center
to this Being
who sees beyond guilt
who understands
Love
who walks
... the path of the river ...

sadness. joy. peace. sorrow. disappointment. despair. anger.
their faces merge lose their distinction their isolation their fear because in this space of non-judgment of acceptance all differences
d   i   s   s   o   l   v   e  

they become
but
manifestations of One Truth
That

there is no other.

that it's all here.

It is this.