In the silence there is much to see
There is much to explore and expand
In the silence the heart can slow
The mind, can follow and slow as well.
In the silence a new creature emerges
Like a butterfly coming out of a cacoon
The silence of the wet wings flap.
The potential lies in those wings
The blank canvas of its own life
The blank canvas of my life
In the silence I discover
In the silence, my heart calms.
In the silence, the colors of the canvas are chosen.
What will it be?
What colors will come out of silence?
What shades and depts emerge?
What will be the design?
In the silence, in the waiting.
The blank canvas will not longer be blank.
It will be filled with life and love
And all the colors emerge.
Quiet Intensity 