The air grows still
with silent pressure, urging
the weight of discovery;
the inner ear trembled
by the sound of night.
Everything dark, suggestive
of hidden life poised to emerge;
frightening yes, but who we are
beneath the noise and uncertainty.
Spirit informs through Silence… I couldn’t agree more.
There was a time when I did not know the void, the place where matter draws her energy and begins to take form. Thanks for the reminder of this great mystery.
we are the light and the spark
Nice visuals of shadows.
moving closer and closer to haiku- neat.