Beneath a silver sun

We stood in the warm rays of a silver sun, lost in the nirvana that only the innocence of dawn can bring. I saw him in the distance, treading past dirt roads where roofs are thatched with bristly grass and palm leaves and where families ride on the backs of donkeys, smiling at the simplicity of it all. A familiar silence enveloped the entirety of our exchange and in that moment of unfiltered stillness we remembered. That the path to finding honest joy cannot come from an external offering and that the task of being fully alive requires us to breathe, deeply, into the mystery of our unfolding. It is in the lingering of words unspoken that true freedom lands in our hearts.