The Beauty of Silence... the strongest process under way

Deep deep deep within,

There is something that lies,

Lies deep within.

A source of something clear and sound,

Bearing it all I search around.

Following the path I still cannot see,

Keeping the faith I take on the spree.

Its the churning of curd, the rotation of a wind mill,

The break of dawn, the setting in of adulthood.

The process that means so much, so much yet,

Not a word heard nor a line drawn,

Its just a process.

A process that builds and grows

In the cradle of silence.

So lets not break the silence,

Lets allow the process to take place

And the fruit be born.

You shall never lie so low,

As even in the lap of silence

You shall feel the whispers,

The whispers that tell you,

The process is under way and

It shall all go as you pray.

Just believe in it and have the faith,

Life will always keep you straight.

The silence will heal,

And the process once complete

Its true colours reveal.

Just put in you heart

And wait for The Start.