Presence

Feel this. It is hidden in your hand that gently and silenty caresses that dog's head. Or within your feet, walking silent and solitary over the path filled with autumn leaves. It is there in the subtle hand movement of closing that window for the sake of care and well-being.

It is there in the sight of the colored flower, a sacred space.

Quantum field, full of essence, totally present. It takes a moment of total stillness to perceive the shadow whisper from 'there'. Like the warrior that walks the path of silence, he learned to listen to the leaves, the voice of the wind, the whispers of all worlds and the essence of life itself.

The mystery, people say as they walk by heavily bumping their next steps into the ground forgetting the silent space.

It can be found by those that stop and listen, those that do keep quiet and do not talk to engage in the next word of conversation. Hear it by not moving and then experience it by taking the next step as gently as you can, touching the ground like it is woven from a golden sacred carpet and care needs to be given to each step.

It is there in the slower movement of your hand stretching out to take the next cup of coffee, full of grace, as it gently moves the silent space around it, unseen sparkle emerge. It is expressed in the last note on your guitar, the one that dies away and resonates further eternally.