Leaving the Arena bright lights,rapid movement,a large crowd,a constant bombardment of noise;waves of soundslam into delicate ears,eyes are pulledin every direction,the senses overwhelmedwith stimulation;it endsand we are leftwith the peaceof silence
Surroundings I sat alone in silence,failing to recognizeI had foundthe peaceI constantly seek;afraid of the soundI made noise,I hungered for calm,too blindto seeI had all I neededsurrounding me
Bathing before the day awakens,I soak in the silenceof the darkness,its peacewashes over my pores,I am lightthough I cravethe warmth of the sun,I sit calmbathing in this silenceenjoying the reverieof quiet memory
