There are moments when reflection is in vain, when my thoughts are muddled in my head to the point where they thicken, congeal and refuse expression. I could wax eloquent about the world at large or the beauty of summer, the starry skies, the fully rounded moon rising above the backdrop of eastern snowcapped peaks. I could tell humorous stories or dwell solemnly on the pain of life, the capacity of human destruction and exploitation.

Instead I remain silent, looking at the world around and thinking things... ambiguous things that I can't put my finger on. There is a time to act, to push forward in thought, word and deed, and there is also a most definite a time to be; a time to sit in silence and let the world wash over me in waves of reality, to make no judgments, to come to no conclusions.

To just be for as long as I need to be.
The world can wait a while.