After the Insects Have Gone to Sleep

After the insects have gone to sleep
the quiet stillness becomes complete
a silence so profoundly deep
it seems you can hear your
own blood flowing

You can hear the approach
of a breath of a breeze
moments before it rustles
the nearby leaves
then it’s gone
and the stillness keeps growing

The moon in the cobalt dome
like the eye of God presiding
over the barely seen scene
where longed for spirits cease hiding
and emerge to merge
into a greater knowing

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