It has been ages since I have uttered or heard human speech. I will not say that silence is protecting me. I believe that the strain of music at the very bottom of that silence is what keeps me alive.
Or perhaps...
my heart is still beating only because of you.
You created this misty desert.
You are Creation.
I hope that the vacuum of this dialogue I had with creation will come alive in the reading.
It is only your tender touch that can revive my life, a life that is slowly slipping away...
[Zero Degree, Nivedita, C.]
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