Sacred Idleness

The soul hungers for a taste

of nothing.

Slip into the chasm of stillness

and breathe

melodious silence.

The hallowed hollow of splendid peace

holds the hush

of the half note rest.

Mysterious intermissions are woven together

in an intricate pattern of


Touch the tapestry of empty space


in the pale


sacred idleness.


from “A Place where Secret Shadows Shine.”
Reprinted with permission.

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