Silence.

Photography: Olia Pishchanska.

Seeker: My Lady…

Spirit:
Indeed my dear, I am ever near. I am the presence in the cracks, in between the tracks, I am anything and everything. I am not confined to space and time, I can shapeshift through all, I can exist in all and in all times. But you know it is I when sparks fly, I am the cause and the reflex.

Come to know me in those times. You will learn to recognise me. The eyes deceive my lovely but the heart does not. Follow me there.

And should you get lost on the way my dear, close your eyes, lend me your ears, give your-self to silence; let your being become one with mine. Once there, in the silence, you will hear me roar; 

and I will fill you with awe. 

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