Silence inside the heart portends clarity of sight. This void, as it has manifested to become, sits content and humble. As knowledge slips from my grasp at an alarming rate, I am reminded of the awakening…reborn in the same existence, foundation unchanged, yet a different voice to speak to world. It is here that new life grows from the forest devastated by fire…consumed and maimed; still breathing with fortitude to once again be angelic. Pause to feel the heart still beating as it is wrought with pain. And it is here also that whispers will find their home, lips pursed to lend adoration once thought intangible…waking up without remorse, changed by fracture, soul hungry to taste the sun.