Every sound emerges from silence. Every move and subtle breeze. Even a thunderstorm, a human cry and the melody of a song. A pure breath and the sound of a heartbeat. The rhythm and ride. A
pristine innocent nature that dweels within all life.
Nowhere in the whole existence do we come as close to God as in silence.
Only in silence we can hear the voice of God, the pure inner voice within our hearts and the wisdom spoken through our bodies. It is deep inner listening, not necessarily without outer sound, but mere a deep dive
beyond. A deep dive into the essence of being from which we move. Move as poetry. A dance of life. We fall. We rise. We practice. We loosen our rigid minds and push the boundaries of creativity within our being.
Silence speaks. Humble by heart we listen. Allow ourselves to be initiated and kissed from within. Suddenly we remember the pure essence of who we are. Held by silent depths of innocence we move anew. We practice and embody our inner
true nature. Like a silent dance or wordless poetry spoken into life. An innermost taste of love and intimacy.