Realization

In the eerie hours of dawn, slumber envelops and stillness speaks It's resonance sweet . The air slips in and out of rooms like the vapory clouds merging with the skies. The marbled floors palpably breathe mystic sensations heard by the inner self, stirred by friendly embers of stillness. In the busy hours of my mundane life having traversed half the span of life I have never paused to meet the silent companion inside me and to hear its soulful rhapsody reverberated by the subtle strings of stillness.