By Gonny 
There is a hush beneath all sound,
a breath before the world begins again.
It does not move,
yet everything moves within it.
No hands hold it,
no mind can grasp it,
yet it cradles the stars
and whispers to the heart, rest now.
It is not silence made by absence,
but by completion
the kind that comes when nothing
is missing anymore.
Here, every question folds into peace,
every fear softens into light.
The tide of doing ebbs away,
and what remains is only Being.
You are not the storm,
you are the sky that allows it.
You are not the thought,
but the space where thought dissolves.
Listen
not with your ears,
but with the still point inside the chest
where time forgets to tick.
There…
right there
you are Home.
With love and light,
G.