gently falling -
tiny particles of frozen water -
peacefully dropping from the sky -
a blanket of silence -
a silence to remind me -
all can be well -
all will change & shift -
and in this silence there is peace -
for this silence is made in the way
that fragments can still be heard -
flutterings & droplets -
ruffles and muffled weavings
of textures & light -
this is not the kind of silence
made from too many words gone unspoken -
this silence is fresh and full of potential -
it has magic woven into the very essence
of what it means to listen -
to be heard.
this silence is the space
between all the words shared between
minds & souls - hearts & eyes.
the wise one in me knows -
this silence is sacred & holy.
morgan leigh callison
mostly i write to remind myself what it means to be me. it is through words, my soul finds expression & my mind finds a place for form to take shape.