There is so much life in the stillness, the silent and the mundane. The stillness is a beautiful, wonderful space, fluid and effervescent, in its own way. So much life in the stillness, why do we feverishly seek, from hour to hour? She holds something for us; something great and grand, in her reticent power. She is the undercurrent, the riptide, the spirit unseen, the breath, the life, the space between. A shedding of body, linking of mind, transcending primal, move towards divine. The simple, the quiet, the ghost in machine. There is nowhere to be, but the place between, life and light, echoes and shadows, space and time, micro and macro. These words spring forth, from a silent mind, daring to withstand, the sands of time. When biology fails and action subsides, when lightening crashes and cosmos collide, all that is known ceases to be, all that is left, the life of unseen.
-JB
