On Sitting Quietly

I’ve been lost for a while
And there were no words
Where I was.

What is a voice,
But a vibratory breath?
What is a language,
But a means of connection?
When let alone
And left alone,
I feel a connection
To this ongoing universe
And silence is the language
We speak.
Pause after a breath,
Hear the gentle cries,
And listen to the voice
Of all that was before.

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