silence has found me
its ruthless simplicity
has culled the clutter
from closets
I never knew existed
in the corridors of my brainits unstoppable tide
has drowned the demon
that danced through my days,
demanding:
control, adjust, fix!its throbbing roar
has muted the mutterings
of protest,
the pleas for reprieve,
from the screaming ‘me-me!’ mythits yawning vastness
has swallowed whole
the impostor who once laid claim
to this luminous lifestream:
t i m eits perfect love
has melted all that I took
to be me
in its crucible of fiery
Graceand the receptors in these cells
heard the words
the whole world hungers
to hear:you are loved!
how could it be otherwise
when separation from your essence
is impossible?
be silence
and Know
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Silence is not a nothing, a pure absence, or a mere emptiness. It is the pristine, unspoken Word, the womb of language and life. It speaks in and to all hearts and throbs in all living things. That is its mystery.
Martin – your words are a beautiful expression of that unspeakable Word. It’s so gladdening to have your company in the expression of this “mystery”.
Thank you.
Thank you Miriam. I am now writing on Silence (in 3 parts?), but nothing to compare with what you and Dhanya have expressed.
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Fantastic. I have never been a fan of poems until I started to “understand” silence.