True Silence

True silence is not the lack of sound, but a whisper hidden in the breath— like rain waiting in the clouds, or a word hovering before it heals or hurts. It is the pause between prayers, where even gods forget their names, where unspoken thoughts rise like smoke and vanish— a language so vast, it looks like stillness. Do not mistake it for emptiness. This is the earth’s oldest voice, the one it uses to speak to the dead, the one your bones remember when words are no longer enough. Listen. Silence does not fall— it is always there, speaking in light and shadow, in wounds and stars. And when you finally step into it, you will hear your own voice returning to you— not as sound, but as understanding.