as if silence speaks

silence has taken up the breath as speech.

fresh air around me,

lingers as if pronounced.

the mystery of life is slow-hummed 

with out-breath clarity.

all ears are in revered receivership.

to understand in this watchfulness

is as a sacred bow.

receptivity is a sign of my heart in presence.

this almost whisper, 

is a method of motherhood.

we, as humans, 

are always seeking breath-nurturance.

if so, we are then composed 

of inner awareness received.

wisdom is imparted, 

as if silence now speaks.

peaceful is poignantly buoyant,

subtlety in its magnificence reigns supreme,

as we awake in each moment,

to an inner aliveness,

to that which is in and of each of us,

as the dance of the dream.

lucid is this wakefulness,

as if this is of a conscious deep.

for each breath taken,

overtakes the time of it.

and this mystery of our aliveness,

is now living in the dance of unending resolve.

soft shivers, up and down my spine,

as if this potent breath of now is speaking.

and I, as all ears, 

am each breath, 

in the sacredness of listening . . .