my activities, my emotions, my stresses
-- be permeated by your silence,
like the spaces between fence slats
or the sun's rays through the clouds,
like the infinitesimal space of movement
between the quivering atoms in a solid table;
not a silent void
but a life-giving quiet
which pays close attention to your presence
within every breath and micro moment,
and surrounding the universal macro.
Let my stuff be full of holy silence.