Falling for the silence

So much talking
So little said.
Are you brave?
Would you trust me?
I know a place we can go, you and I.

A place that's everywhere
but always forgotten.
A place that gives everything
but few know to ask.
Not a secret place
but unknown to most.

It's like a room, except
no doors
no walls
no ceiling
no floor.
So like a really, really strange room.

The fear, I know, can feel so real
Like a falling
.
.
Falling
.
.
.
.
Falling

Into emptiness
Nothing
Will you cease to exist?

But it's funny, this place
It's true that there is a profound emptiness here
yet somehow, when you touch it
you will know a fullness beyond comprehension
And there is a kind of death
but only of all that was never true.

And you will fall in love
the same way I did
the same way we all will, in the end
with this place.

Are you brave?
Would you trust me?
Will you let me show you this silence I have come to know?
For I long to share my love of this place
where there is so little talking
and everything said.

You cannot begin to imagine the beauty you will find.

Love and courage,

Leah