At the base is silence.
A silent room beckoning.
A room we’d rather avoid.
Inhabiting instead the exterior rooms
of noise, activities and wants.
The wants above all.
They fill every room.
I want more of this.
More of that.

The silent room deep inside?
It is barren.
It does not promise anything
but that of spirit.
It is empty, it is desert.
A wasteland.
No, I do not want to go there.
I’d rather be in the outer rooms.

But the draw is strong.
Slowly the silence pulls.
It beckons with longing.
With yearning.
It fills the soul with unrest,
loitering in the outer rooms.

Come in where there is peace.
Come in where there is silence
deep enough to satiate your soul.
Rest in your base.
Your beingness.