Sometimes in the quiet of night

A soft melody floats down

From a solitary cloud

Drifting across the depth of a purple void

Sometimes I hear a few words

Mostly gentle caressing tones

That seem to convey a vast emptiness

Filled with love

Letting me know

That kindness here

Is the way of the universe

Absorbing us all

In the flow of consciousness

That is the order of everything.

Sometimes the voice fades

Not to be heard for days

And then returning

As if never gone

And once again

I feel surprisingly fortunate

To have lived such a long, healthy life

And then come across

A new form of communication.

Who would think

That by immersing in silence

You could hear the deep meaning

That is hidden behind the noise.

Making one wonder

If everyone has a different voice to hear

And is it a language

That everyone can comprehend

Or just a fortunate few.