In a stillness
That isn’t silent.
In the silence
Which isn’t still.
Yet, still and silent are the waters,
Which soothe my Autumn Soul.
How does a silent reflection
Speak so deeply?
How can the still surface
Shift and change and move?
This is how the silence speaks.
How the stillness ripples.
Just for you, my Autumn Soul.
© Thela Foxgood 2019 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
When is the last time you let silence speak, and stillness move your soul?


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