"Silence" is from Latin silentium, "a being silent," from silens, present participle of silere, "be quiet or still."
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Abiding in the Silence, we cannot find where we dwell. There is no reference point. We have no address, but we are home. We learn the art of living nowhere, living in all directions simultaneously, yet here.
I invite you to read the following poem slowly a few times with space between each reading. How does it speak to your heart? You may wish to ask the same question of the song for today.
simply being and in the moment I'm lost again
so much said where words melt inside nowhere
like ocean? sky? vast plain? like outside? inside?
You send words to weary me so time can run off my skin and I drop gladly into You, Silence, to rest alone inside Your Arms
*Brian K. Wilcox. "Dropping into Silence." June 13.2018.
*Brian's book, An Ache for Union: Poems on Oneness with God through Love, can be ordered through major online booksellers or the publisher AuthorHouse.
