Quietude

In conversation, in laughter. Not in silent defiance.

In acceptance and in refusal. Not in denial.

In the pitch of your voice, in the words you use with your vice. No, despite your vice.

In the cloud that becomes rain and in the petrichor that comes after.

In the minutes that ask for nothing, in the hours that fill you with more than just something

In safety, comfort and in the firm assurance of ‘whatever you need’. Now and later too.

In the truth of your heart, light of your eyes and your astounding presence.

In surrender, in faith, in the lightness of being as you are, just as you are.

Knowing your heart’s got your back, your mind merely decor

In rest, in believing, in becoming one with the cosmos