Spirit

This life is a mystery. But You are here within me, whispering the song of my being, to my being, and with my being. It is a symphony of light and hums and strings and bellows. It is a symphony of steadiness and swells and grounding. It is soft though and it (if left unheard) will enter the body and harm it into hearing, into healing. And so, hush the world, for a little while every day, and sit in stillness and silence. Open the heart and bow.