Silence Is A Sacred Meal

Silence is not a cup of coffee Not measured by its flavour Or the number of cups consumed Those who seek after the truth consume Silence It's is a meal for dreamers, seekers and lovers And those who have left their material pursuits Foraging faraway in the outskirts of consciousness It's for the sons and daughters of light Those who walk the path of certainty Clearly enveloped by the intensity of their search They are drawn to the table of Silence To nourish the garden of their spirit And cultivate a rich spiritual appetite That will lead them on To the tabernacle of truth It's the deep sensation of the spirit Awakened by the movement of Silence In our innermost being That holds our mind, body and soul still Submerging us into the ocean of nothingness As we place our worldly bodies Onto the altar of Love We are transformed into heavenly beings Spiritual entities that are made of emptiness Our body, mind and soul folded into oneness We rise beyond the natural realm Into the vastness of the eternal Light Our faith, hope and Love fully displayed Our eyes closed and our ears folded Our path illuminated We are now residents of the vast ocean of awareness The abode of the Holy Spirit It's here where we find ourselves Totally naked except for the garment of Love We have arrived on the pedestal of existence The vastness of our being unveiled The ocean of Love is the Truth That we sought with all our hearts It's pure bliss That inhabits our being We are the fabric of Love Love is our everlasting freedom ©