SNOW

I remember the first time I heard a thunderous silence.

After meditating proved useless, impossible, a feat

Observe your mind,

And stop the chatter

Just for one little minute.

Books piled on the shelf

On the Power of Now

The conscious and the sub-consious

Because this  is  the secret to healing, the key to doing life right

If only,  but could  I actually do it?

And then, on the top of the mountain in Crans-Montana

After the initial gasp of seeing peaks of snow all around

Shoes need to be tied, bent down to do so

Standing back up

I heard it.

Silence,

Can it be described? The lack of sound, like whole world was holding its breath

It hit  forcefully, and suddenly

There was no chatter,

My ever streaming brain was silent

It was nature that stilled me

And it still does, now.