I wrote this:

The silence, in between and beyond thought communicates. What I thought I knew disappeared like morning mist in the first rays of sunlight. Left is the endless stillness, floating in harmony with all there is.

Then I continued to explore.

What I found, was that these words reflect a longing. Not the actual expression of what I experienced beyond thoughts. When the truth is seen, there can not be any nice words to paint the picture.