Magic of silence

 Magic of silence. 

I came to the park and sat down on the grass. Suddenly a great silence was all around me, I felt like no matter what happens everything is ok. I felt nurtured and happy in the sun. The clouds flowing over my head and being seen from down here they were border with the tree twigs and leaves dancing in the wind. 

I felt the great silence, I felt just like a kid laying in the bed again and observing quietly the show God created for him. I felt that this all was made with love, as if I was a sick kid in bed and God played a puppet play for me to pass time. 

I breathe in, I breathe out a day of quietness and silence a day of love that solves things rationally could never be solved. I bring this feeling closer to me and hold it nearer. 

Even writing is work, it is not something that just comes from the sky, at least it is not something you can just simply think up either. It is something that needs to be already in you and no matter what you do, no matter how far you go for inspiration the things that are in you are the ones that matter the most because they are the real ones. 

I'm here and now. Sometimes I want to come back to what I was but this is not possible. I'm different person now than I was when I was a child.