Surround yourself with silence
hardly something to be scared of, should only be celebrated. with silence, we can hear ourselves, can be scary, but we must be herd. Every breath, as your eyes, smooth across these letters, curves, symbols, your breath is your silence. Dark blue skys, silence.
Sitting up against a tree, the perfect tree. This foliage is what will bring you your silence. Your breath, throught your nose, slowly can calmy, your breath is the gentel breeze of the wind. By the power of your exhale, you control the rustles and bustles of the leaves sliding against each other. Every inhale, is that silence, again centering its self, your exhale, is the silence moving thru you, thru the perfect greenery foliage.
you are with nature, in its silence, and beauties.
We find the purest of ourselves when we hear the true silence