I lay on the forest floor, a bed of leaves and needles beneath me, above me a canopy of redwoods blends into sky, the unamic scent of nourishing sea filling my nose, carried by the gentle breeze that caresses my flesh… I slip into silent solidarity with all, the singularity, that is God, that is LOVE, that is Infinity, the source of perfection; truth is not a word, it is the absolute silence, that defines the perfection.

Silence is not nothing, it is the experience of everything at once…

just LOVE…
Kip Baldwin
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“God’s poet is silence! His song is unspoken
And yet so profound, and so loud, and so far,
That it thrills you and fills you in measures unbroken—
The unceasing song of the first morning star…”
~ Joaquin Miller