It's hard to capture in words the beauty of silence and solitude, as this is something best experienced than talked about.
A walk along narrow pathways surrounded by greens,
sounds of crickets and birds as if singing in unison, 
alternating light and shadows playing on the ground,
the smell of burning leaves intermingled with scented bushes, while wind whispers through the trees and blows on one's cheeks and arms..
Sitting still, with mind empty
but heart open..
as silence becomes prayer,
and prayer becomes rest in His cradle of unhurried time and quiet space.
