Dec 13, 2022
Sometimes there’s a day
when silence weaves
all through our heart
and brings a knowing
of what’s always here
before
and after
we’re in this world,
the source
that guides the shape
of every flower and every human life,
the endless conscious space no eye can see
but every heart knows,
the conscious sky holding every star
and every human being.
And though life’s moments
can sometimes seem
like whispers lost
in careless wind
that blows forever through our days,
something lingers in the silence,
and lives inside the love we bring
to every moment we’re alive,
something mostly hidden,
except perhaps
to inward gaze
or the trance of lovers
bringing starlight to each other’s eyes
while moments linger
like they’re days.
We live just briefly,
just a candle flame in all the breeze of life,
our only guide
the silent whisper
of the conscious space inside our heart
where all is woven in the stars.
Paul Mulliner 2022
I’m a writer and digital artist/animator based in London.
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