hidden treasure

HIDDEN TREASURE I used to think that it is age that makes you ripe and bloom I thought it is so much learning so much learning that makes you whole – but it not really. It is rather the return to silence. Silence tears down the wall between you and everything else and makes you one with your own heart. the ocean begins to recognize you as a liquid majesty it holds – the moon lifts you towards her tenderness so that she can absorb your light. Humans stop digging for treasure – your silence is a hidden treasure.