The core of me is silence. A profound stillness that is thick and filling, which rises up to my mouth and spills out in feelings and words. If I sink into it, I lose the edges of myself and release outwards, gently held in an infinite womb of potential.
That silence is reality, it moves me around this physical world, it knows what is beauty and rolls forth to embrace the hot redness of a flower or the grace of a spreading gum tree. It dwarfs my thinking brain, which skitters across its surface like a windsurfer across the ocean. When I am not connected to that silence, my thoughts think themselves so important, so real, so relevant. But from within the silence, they are the annoying buzz of the fly around your face. Everything is held within that silence.
Salatheel 