Silent Before the Sound

 So keep a little silence, when you look for what’s profound. There’s power in the holding—silent before the sound.

 There's silence that holds the unspeakable, 

a change beneath the brim,
The world waits us to explore, 

lights dim to the bright ideas.
A fresh thought like a precious gem, 

tucked soft inside the palm,
The calm that comes before the wave, 

With the quiet of nature themes..

All the information should be refined-

into fresh insight，

All the great stories should be shared to inspire others. 

People counting seconds like a pro,

Take time to learn and grow.

 Every silence keeps a secret, 

every true voice gets heard, 

if only we could articulate the meaning,

Solve problems of different sorts. 

Silent before the sound, 

where the world begins to awake,
Where the light of a morning shines up.
Silent before the sound, 

when the hush becomes a stage,
And echoes find their courage to-

 break out of the silence

 There’s a pause before the thunder, 

a gap between the lines,
The tuning of the voices, 

the waiting for the sign.
A world that holds a promise, 

a sky that’s holding rain,
The hush that measures meaning,

in the distance of the changes. .

 Look at things that reach for daylight, 

Natural phenomenon that shape the dawn,
We carry all our questions in -

the quiet in order to figure out why..

 Silent before the sound, 

where a whisper learns to clarify
Where shadows trade their stories with-

 a single lifted sigh.
Silent before the sound, 

when the world aligns its kind minds,
And what was misunderstood yesterday becomes-

 a lesson learned for today.

 Sometimes silence is a mentor, 

sometimes silence is a thought provoking moment,
Sometimes it’s a doorway to -

the things we cannot yet explain deeper enough.
Hold it gentle, hold it tight,

 let the true understanding flow over.
For every storm that follows,

it needs the hush to find its spark.

Break
Listen — it's waiting.
Listen — it's near.
The hush is a promise—

soon you'll hear.

 Silent before the sound, 

where the first small tremor starts,
A whisper on the ski-slope edge of-

 all the wandering ideas.
Silent before the sound, 

let the minds say its piece,
Then let the ideas free itself,

and let the quiet release.

Silent before the sound, 

when the world takes one deep breath,
When every muted corner joins-

 the chorus of what’s left.
Silent before the sound, 

and then the truth unfolds,
The silence becomes -

the voice tone and the story finally told.

 So keep a little silence,

when you look for what’s profound,
There’s power in the holding—

silent before the sound.

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