where I peer into the light of my own reflection,
where all becomes clear and my ambition melts away.
Silence is the hush before I breathe deeply
and fill my lungs - no space left empty.
Silence is not the absence of noise
but my choice to enter my own stillness - and be.
Silence is my soul's night time,
a dark void to rest my weary spirit.
Silence is my sabbath where I realise
I have been walking towards my own shadow
and gently turn my face to the light.
Silence is not a space for sending forth new shoots,
but for sinking roots deep.
Silence is a healing space,
and a knife to hidden scars.
Silence is not safe,
a vulnerable opening for winds of change
and exposing light to the dark corners.
Silence is .... transformation.