the old and wise
they speak to me.
not in words. some things cannot be said that way.
they speak to me down deep within.
they flow through me like an ancient wind.
whispering softly in these hallowed halls.
telling tales that only they know.
from being here so very long ago
inquiry for today~ may this too serve the longing within…
May we not neglect the silence
printed in the center of our being.
It will not fail us.