RE SIL(i)ENCE

The aftermath of

Collective limiting belief

Having overpowered your

Inherent sense of what’s real,

And convincing you of

Your wrongness,

Is an unending mental

Problem-solving

For a solution to entirely

The wrong question.

What question will bring you

Back to your center?

To your mind’s

RE SIL(i)ENCE?

To the empty space in which

Even the i is unheard?

Wrong, comes from the

Indo-European root wer-

To turn or bend,

In the sense of evading.

Wer became wyrgan-

To kill by strangling.

Closely connected with

Writhe, wrestle, weird, and wriggle.

Once caught into this

Polarized game of war,

No amount of effort ever

Results in peace.

The question, “Who am I?”

Is an all-time favorite.

I like to ask, “What is

The best question for me to ask?”

Today, my question is:

“Aubrey, what do you love?"

What do I love?

My mind faithfully seeks the answer,

It starts by looking in my heart.

Tentatively, submissively,

Respectful to my heart’s power.

Gently touching each memory.

I love this. I love her. I love him.

Each one reminding me of our strength.

That was a pretty good one!

What question did you get?