Today I found the Silence of My Skin. There was cold and dark in my room and a little cold air was coming from under my shirt onto my skin. I could feel it. And this touch, this silent touch of coldness on my skin somehow opened my mind for a moment. It was like a deluge entering a small crack in the montain.
I wanted to look for that crack, I wanted to find this little crack through where reality enters so powerful. But I couldn't find anything. It was skin, skin as in any day, but touching it I found a small area just above my belt where all things feel so much more intense. A place of Silence. A place of Spirit.
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