Deepest Calm
The wind howls like a beast untamed,
lashing and crashing,
a tempest unleashed,
a fury in motion.
Twisting branches,
leaves torn and tattered,
a frenzied symphony of nature,
in a chaotic ballet.
But wait.
The wind holds its breath,
a hush descends,
an uncanny stillness
amid the storm.
This is silence in
the heart of the tempest,
a pause, a lull,
a whispered sigh.
It’s like sleep without a dream,
a peaceful absence,
a calming blanket,
a comforting embrace.
You feel it in your soul,
a quiet hum,
a subtle vibration,
the heart of the world
taking a gentle breath.
Even in the wildest storm,
there’s silence to be found.
And in that silence,
the deepest calm resides.
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