Silent night, by Austin Hoehn Subscribe to rss feed for Austin Hoehn

Every night in the silence of the 
world, I find the silence of my Soul.
The truth is my truth and I learn
about it in this silence.
I find my Spirit, my Soul and
the Universal Divine, all communicating
in the silence of this time.
Every morning of everyday
I awaken to a changed person.
I'm all new from the wisdom and 
knowlage of the silence
from which I grew.
I awken to a relization that at night I become less Earthly
while my spirit is expanding.
So I start the new day everyday 
with a more awken Spirit and a better understanding for and
of who I am and who I can be as a human.
Posted: 2007-01-12 03:26:49 UTC

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2006-09-23 18:51:14Dimplegirl
that is a very nice poem.. i like how you describe it. =)