The Quiet

Tonight I find little to write about.  It is quiet within me.  A place where what has come before has been acknowledged and reflected upon; the moment where what comes next is unknown and unfathomable.  It is soft and gentle.  A space of release and rejuvenation.  The work has been tedious, at times, unbearable and anguished.  Tears shed, beliefs shattered, heart rend wide open for all to see.  Questions tend to arise here but so ethereal is their nature, they effortlessly float into the background.  They are not really all that important right now.  Tomorrow is a new day.  What will arise, who knows.  Here, I wait serenely, knowing the velvet darkness of night will surround and sanctify this sacred space.  I call this The Quiet.  Where all falls away and the mind is still, the body relaxed, the stillness of Life experienced.  I surrender to this Quiet.  It is welcomed.  It is a gift, a grace, an offering.  So tonight I sink into this place of inky darkness and emptiness.  I feel like a blank slate or a book that has yet to written.  The ending is up to me.