Silence

Silence
the squeak of a bird
the roaring waters splashing on rock
the wind setting my hair in motion
the streams of body-water passing between my breasts...
This is the Silence
Everywhere there is this beauty...
this Silence.

You are here with me now
The heart knows no difference
The silence dances into form
We watch
As the winds set in motion
The dance—our dance of ecstasy
We need to speak no words
The Silence is all
Silence.

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