If we...would only just listen to the silence...more often than not...we'd stop filling the seemingly empty airs with all these words that don't even matter. I...will call You Silence Man from now on. I...am not anywhere else but with You...here...in the breaths...in the breathing...of...our every...breath...to...gether. It is...the art...of love...being made...over...and over...again. It...is nothing...for of the peace of man there is not. There...is only...You...You...stripped...peeled...open...where...the...fullness...of humanity...is laid...there,...bare...naked.
I...like...the silence.
I...am...the silence. I...AM...the silence.
There's...so...much...to...be...contemplated...in...the silence.
All...that is...All that ever...was...is...birthed...again...and...again...in...the silence.
If...not...then...only...in...death.
Beauty...will...forever...be...rebirthed...again...and again...in the silence.
You...love...miracles.
You...love...wonder...simply...because...it...is...
There...is...an...excitement...in...being...still...
Anticipation...stands...and....remains/rebuilds
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