I am so very grateful for silence. I am filled with the silence that comes when words defy, when knowing refuses to knit itself into shallow fragments of splattered truth. I am grateful that growing older means also growing deeper - and that after years of spin and turn, I have been given the grace to embrace the silence, and find peace in the knowing that will not be named. The words will bubble up someday, for now, I am content to let the truth resonate inside me, and turn my face to the eastern sky.
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