When the darkness reaches the moon,
treasure the silent ways;
the hush of black velvet,
the halcyon, crystal night
Lift your prayers into the quiescence,
the listening channels of stars.
Hold the hum of your heart,
whisper it between rested finger tips,
elevated as you bow inward.
Hold counsel with the wordless,
coat yourself in the eminence of deep quiet.
Meet the revolution in your soul,
wake to its unveiling; unwoven and unknit.
Subside into the rhythm of the breath,
Be — shift under the mantle of pure being.
Speechless, stillness; beingness.