SILENCE AND THE WIND

There is silence. Then comes a breeze which describes the stillness, just as a single mark on a canvas defines the empty space.

When there is only stillness, sometimes I grow lazy and don't notice. Stillness is easy to forget.

Stillness is like silence. When there is only silence it puts me to sleep after a time. It takes a single note, the quick song of a bird, to wake me to the silence surrounding it.

This is the difference between life and death. Death is silent. A note is awakeness--awareness.

He who is awake is alive. That is what the breeze is for. To let you know. To remind you. The breeze is a song for the living.