In The Quiet Depths Poem by Kali Kaivalya

When words fall short,
truth flows in silence,
where hearts listen
and love speaks without sound...

Sometimes,
under a sunless sky,
a wise one finds a way,
speaks a truth,
nudges the sleepers awake.
But words, like bare hands,
fumble for what can't be held.

The mind—the mind stands guard,
its rooms full of logic.
Words slip in and settle,
but one baffling note—
one off-key whisper—and the mind stirs,
startled, for truth lives beyond reason's reach.

The heart—here's where the spirit waits,
where gentle things rise,
love and compassion,
delicate as breaths.
But the heart speaks in silence,
knows nothing of words,
its language an empty sound.

Most don't know this silence,
this tender, breath-held hush.
But lovers know, lovers feel it,
in still moments, in a glance or a touch,
as hands speak to hands,
and love spills out, wordless, unseen.
They sit, knowing something passes
between them, deeper than speech.

So it is for the seeker,
who touches, somehow,
the unspeakable mystery,
an echo drawn from silence,
from the space beyond spaces,
the silent Akash of Consciousness,
where what cannot be said
finds its Home.

~~ Kali Kaivalya ~~