we are naturally drawn to that which is hidden.
we see a canvas filled with colors but in the corner there is a small, clean, unpainted space. our eyes will go there first.
our ears hear that pause of silence in the midst of the cacophony of whirring conversation. we listen.
we feel the air brush by from the hand which almost touches us...and we yearn for that connection.
we hold that moment right before a kiss...that unbearable torment of waiting... before ending all fantasy.
we are instinctually driven to seek out the pauses..the empty spaces...for the simple reason that...
they fill us.
Come sit a spell and shoot the breeze. Sweeten the day with a little synchronicity...
7 comments:
You are very wise, aren't you, smarty pants. For what you write is true.
Lovely! Your writing makes me pause and notice.
In jazz, it's the silence, not the notes, that make the rhythm.
In meditation, it's through the stillness that the beyond can reach us.
Beautifully said, Merelyme! Just shows you how important quiet time is in this loud, busy world.
Hmmm. I like it.
I just got back from an afternoon outing and read this aloud to my better half. Then I had to test the theory and although it was like an old memory, it was one worth the trip back in time. Smiles.
hey guru, what mountain you sit on for these lovely thoughts?
happy 4th to you and yours, hon :)
There is a lot to be said for solitude and silence!
It touched me - ta..
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