Silent Truth

But have you ever howled like a wolf on a full moon night?

Have you let out a loud thundering cry looking at the vast endless sky just asking it to consume you; just end this "this, that, that, this"?

You know in all the ceaseless chattering of the world and gurus, I find it so futile. I find it noisy. I find it empty. The clammering.

Silence speaks to my beloved Lord. And even though this world is still a mirror of the infinite immeasurable, how I wish, I am forlorn for the absolute dissolution, total abnegation, zilch, naught. I'm forlorn. I really am for That.

The seamless continuum of silent truth.