Every Word Can Lead You There

Yesterday, out of the blue, in the afternoon I grew concerned, how will I write of the night?

Okay, it wasn’t out of the blue. I had been thinking, or musing, maybe we call it musing (which amuses me, the way words do). Musing about writing which led me to silence. The felt sense of it. How it permeates presence. How silence is there before words, here as I type, from where I move, when I write.

Like what pads inhaling and exhaling, the surprise of space, there is more here than silence. Ha! I just realized, I am trying to talk about God. Every word can lead you there. Silence. Space.

Night.