In the Absence of Chaos

In those moments of quietude In the early darkness before sunrise when the world is at rest I gather the bits of silence about myself like frayed colored ribbons torn loose from some fabric only to weave them into a mantle I drape over my shoulders and sometimes my head. Then the real work begins... to excavate the secrets of my soul. For it is only in stillness can we abide at the crossroads of Why and Now. And without haste make a choice to venture one way or the other. Or to even turn around and face the Sun. Naked we stand in a world without sound for it is then we feel a touch from God; Hush lest you miss the voice of the Almighty