In the deep silence of the night, when the world halts its whispers
In the deep silence of the night, when the world halts its whispers and time seems to hold its breath,
An inner stillness emerges, complete like death, where only the echo of the soul gently vibrates,
As if we are stepping into a tomb of memories, where every stone bears the weight of silence,
And it is precisely in this profound silence that we hear the subtle whispers of a new direction, like a barely felt breeze,
Intelligence is born as a pale light among shadows, guiding us toward an unexplored realm,
After the pain of being destroyed in all our old certainties, which we once called peace,
After the pain and death of our destruction in the old life, where we were just shadows of the past,
Comes the inner suggestion of fulfillment, like a bud slowly opening to the light,
In this vast silence, we rediscover rebirth, a silent song of hope and change,
Where every thought becomes a path, every sensation a guide toward the fulfillment of a new beginning,
And in this stillness, we become whole again, like the sky after a storm, rediscovering our lost essence,
For only in this death of the old can we find new life, learning to listen beyond words,
Where silence is not the end, but the beginning of a quiet symphony, a rebirth in the light of a new consciousness.
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Dan Enache
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