In that moment in meditation or yoga when silence finds me, awareness absorbs in the still center.
It is as though there is or was no me. Awareness of me is gone.
There is, in its place, awareness of an alive stillness, pulsing with bliss.
I am a student of this silence–eager, supplicant, and grateful.
It carries me, just as it does sound, held in it, cradled.
The Every Day Yogi 