Whispers

 

I can hear a distant whisper, 

a whisper beyond time.

It whispers not to the mind, 

but to itself.

I listen and think I know what it’s saying, 

but I’m just in the way. 

Listen, be silent, don’t think.

It speaks not to the mind, 

but to the silence itself.

The silence that I am.

-Nanne Nyander

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