For the Beauty there is in Silence

When the soul lies down in that grass
the world is too full to talk about.”
Rumi
“Silence is a source of Great Strength.”
Lao Tzu
“Blessed is the man who, having nothing to say, abstains from giving us wordy evidence of the fact.”
George Eliot, Impressions of Theophrastus Such
“In Silence there is eloquence. Stop weaving and see how the pattern improves.”
Rumi
“He who does not understand your silence will probably not understand your words.”
Elbert Hubbard
“Have you ever heard the wonderful silence just before the dawn? Or the quiet and calm just as a storm ends? Or perhaps you know the silence when you haven’t the answer to a question you’ve been asked, or the hush of a country road at night, or the expectant pause of a room full of people when someone is just about to speak, or, most beautiful of all, the moment after the door closes and you’re alone in the whole house? Each one is different, you know, and all very beautiful if you listen carefully.”
Norton Juster, The Phantom Tollbooth
I never knew so much could be thought of silence but from the time in the womb I heard voices and music and feelings, waves of pain and love tinted and weaved around me before me was known even to me…even then the silence was known in the quiet, restful breathing and beating of the heart…when all was still in the night, our heart music went on in silent reverie of love.
@ Madeleine
@ sunrise by Madeleine
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Soul and Wind

Would I dream of you once more ask the soul to the wind?

I have seen the beauty of a star filled night…and heard  music that moved my soul… joy filled the infinite space… I become the morning star, covered in silver light, transformed and bejeweled in the firmament.

My home is infinite… sounds have colors and music is of the soul as light is of the sun.

I am the expression of love, refracted and reflected in infinite space, natural abode of stars…the wave particle, the fabric of the universe pervades the mind just as wind abides in the air never to be seen by the eye. Nature and I are one, a soul abiding in all living things and every particle seen and unseen the wind has carried through me and left a trace of star dust in Butterfly my soul.

@ Madeleine