silently singing

For years, a single line stayed with me:

“The Gods sing a hymn of silence…
and I am silently singing.”

I couldn’t explain it.

But I was drawn to the hymn of silence.

I couldn’t let it go.

I wanted to find this place.

The place the mystics describe—

where everything is music
where silence is not empty
but alive.

And without realizing it…

I had already known something about silence.

I had been singing silently
long before I understood what it meant.

But not in the way mystics described.

That memory came back to me later.

A moment from childhood

I hadn’t thought about in years—

where I was silent, but not present.

Not fully there.

What I was searching for
was not silence as absence

but silence as presence.

Not something to disappear into…

but something to return to.

This space exists because of that realization.

A quiet recognition—

of something that can only be known
from within.

If you feel something when you read this…

you are already close to it.