you need not suffer in this season of despair the answer to your suffering is to become aware the answer is not seen, nor is it heard it is not known through pictures or words it is a potent force not easily understood it does not boast thus its power is obscured surrendering to silence is the answer you seek quiet the mind and suspend your critique take shelter in silence to endure the storm silence of the mind has the power to transform
beware
the meadows
masked in amber
and aspen groves
that spill gold glitter
'tis time of the Turn
when darkness steal the light
be still and listen
the quiet season beckons
When looking for answers
where do I begin?
I'm either looking up
or I'm looking within.
In the past, when searching,
I've cast my eyes to the sky
but I'm gently reminded
answers are found inside.
In the practice of stillness,
the answers flow.
I've become friends with silence.
As above, so below.
