The stillness stretches across the horizon and whispers without words,
with the force of emptiness so loud,
our every fiber can hear it.
We have heard nothing, yet there is so much.
This silence so potent, the only true path, acceptance.
Allow ourselves to regain our strength.
Not the kind we put on the morning.
The kind that moves as we breathe, that breathes as we move.
The kind that we cannot feel, but moves others without our knowing.
We cannot begin out of folly. We cannot begin.
To begin now would be to return to the blindfold.
We gather. We wait.
There is more. It is coming.