Deafening silence when the Voice is not heard.
Knowing the cycle of the rest point has occurred.
The first time this happened
when I was singing my song….
I stopped, nothing was happening…
I thought there was something wrong.
The cycles of life, they ebb and they flow.
I must listen closer.
I must focus on the Mahanta….
this I know.
The silence is the place
where I can be renewed.
The silence is my refuge
when I come unglued.
The deafening silence
when the Voice is not heard…
Is the place where I go when
I am broken, yielding and still
Then the Light appears
to show me Mahanta’s will.
The glorious union
with the Light and the Sound
Is the place,
the moment,
the being, knowing, seeing place
I want to always be found.







