It is deliciously quiet.
The only sound I hear is the ticking of the clock on the wall.
I imagine at times like this that the world is holding its breath.
Blissful nothingness, that permeates even the air that I inhale.
When such moments occur I feel as if all my worries have vanished.
To be replaced with
As if I were sitting in the palm of the universe
surrounded only by primal elements –
air – water – earth
A cocoon of spun softness
delicate yet protective.
I wonder, if I stay still enough, will I be able to hear the whispering of the stars?