If we are the walking embodiment of a higher consciousness, yet somehow startled by one’s quiet nature; how do you hear The Creator? How do you hear yourself? For some loved ones, I was everything but shy. Secretive is the pain I held on for too long and they only deepened the scar once revealed. Too high to get over, too low to get under. That’s where I met Him though. That’s where I met myself.
Artwork "Silence is Golden" by Kerry James Marshall, 1986.