something cliché

There are deep secrets in the world. In the silence I hear their whispers. In the dark I see their shape. In the stillness I feel their presence. They are near. It is not thought or logic that hunts them down. They cannot be tracked by such bluntness. Stillness of the soul invites them, the leaves of intuition flutter in their wake. They are near. The veil is lightest as the sun rises. Wait for them just before the dawn.