True quiet

Everything around you is quiet and still. 

A leaf falls, coming to rest on moss covered ground.

The silence remains unbroken.

The stillness, untouched.

Unmoving, you breathe. 

Untouched by the momentary yet timeless movement of the leaf, apart, yet a part of it. 

This is the quiet of silent sitting.

You are here, yet not here.

This is true quiet.