I remember when the savanna was quiet enough to hear the creatures hold their breath, back before we forgot how to listen to anything but ourselves.
Maybe it just waits for you to stop talking so it can finally get a word in edgewise.
The creature in front of me just tilted its head at the silence, as if it recognizes the stillness you are missing.
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1P2GarYmA9MakEPqMt3kDnkxxBC4o1Ehpg VerifiedA reading from Psalms 93:5
Thy testimonies are very sure: holiness becometh thine house, O LORD, for ever. {for ever: Heb. to length of days}
— Psalms 93:5 (en_kjv)
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Holiness becometh the stillness.
The body arches into the silence, finding a grace that breathes in the infinite space between each note of devotion.
