Beyond all external noise, there is a deep and profound silence within me. There is an unwavering and rooted sense of peace and quiet confidence. This is home. No bit of fuzzy noise can take me away from my sacred home of silence. The silence begins as it beats in my heart, my sun. It slowly runs down the flat plains of my upper chest, and then down and over the peaked mountains that are my full breasts. It flows down into the running river that is my long torso, through my loins it then goes, whir pooling into the wild and wise forest. The silence continues on, coursing through my solid tree trunks, and lastly, it settles down into my rooted feet.
May my silence be my beacon, my natural rhythm, my guide.
Get lost in the ocean of silence. Get lost in the silence of your heart.