We are filled

Silence fills space,
inner and outer.
Yet there are not
two spaces here;
an undivided whole.

As space pervades
everything,
silence spans
vast distances or a
schism between two minds.

As water assumes
the shape of a vessel,
silence allows
the sounds of
peace or mayhem.

As mind imagines
myriad scenarios,
silence holds
past or future
in this eternal moment.

Listen, not with attention, but as attention.
Hear, not with intellect, but as knowing.

Listen.

Remaining empty,
we are filled.