The hideaway, oblivion

Quiet is the voice I've learned to silence, Until the shores of my life came crashing in. All that I've held back are now silent tears, No holding on to things of the past life. Time is now being folded neatly into nothing, Universe staffing in the midst of oblivion. Matter exhales as I inhale from the heart. Light is illuminated in the space of oblivion, Earth is now only the sound of a heartbeat— Appearing as that one sacred energy of life. Pure is the leap, and sharp is the way