by Heather Fraser
As I write this, a brilliant full moon is beaming it's luminous light through my bedroom window.
All seems still in this moment, except for fingers moving across a keyboard, the steady rhythm of a heart beating,
blood flowing through veins, breath moving in and out of lungs, and earth hurtling through space.
The sound of silence embraces all that lives within the temple of my Being.
If Beauty were a sound, it would be the sound of silence.
The kind of silence that comes from within.
The kind of silence that I can actually hear as a mystical tone in my ears when I am fully present and pure
awareness floods my mind.
I am hearing God.
And she is everywhere.
In this moment, I am seeing her as the dance of moonlight sparkling like a million crystals from the frost on my window.
Is there anywhere that beauty cannot be found?
She is the mirror of my soul.
In everything and everyone, she shows me who I am.
I am eternal awareness.