The monsters are not under the bed.
The monsters are not under the stairs.
They aren't in the closet.
They aren't in the attic.
They do not live in the darkness.
Or even in the shadows.
The monsters are in the sunshine.
The monsters are in the light.
The monsters all live right in plain sight.
Hiding where you can see them.
And there's nowhere left to run
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“Silence is not the absence of something but the presence of everything . . . It is the presence of time, undisturbed. It can be felt within the chest. Silence nurtures our nature, our human nature, and lets us know who we are. Left with a more receptive mind and a more attuned ear, we become better listeners not only to nature but to each other. Silence can be carried like embers from a fire. Silence can be found, and silence can find you. Silence can be lost and also recovered. But silence cannot be imagined, although most people think so. To experience the soul-swelling wonder of silence, you must hear it.”― Gordon Hempton
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