All falling into silence

All falling into silence
around you, deep within.
What's in the past is gone now,
what's coming, beckoning.

Not dark, nor daylight either
upon a hillock where
you've stopped, alone, observing,
if there is something there.

The winds they go on talking
high up above your head -
without understanding
you comprehend what's said.

And not yet understanding
you look up, and behind -
just sighing to yourself there,
just sighing one more time.

All falling into silence
around you, deep within.
What's in the past is gone now,
what's coming, beckoning.

Unheard the Home Is Humming

Unheard the Home Is Humming

All falling into silence

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