By Michael Cunliffe
I am silent, I withdraw. I do this, and I do this as meditation, as contemplation – yesterday, today, tomorrow. I find my space, my secret hollow, my cave to hide from a million voices that talk, talk endlessly with nothing to say. I speak less, I speak when I have something to say, otherwise I am silent, I am calm, I contemplate silence.
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