Between Noise and Silence - A Poem
Listen to the silent ones for they shall speak.
There is total peace inside a quiet mind,
Their breath weaves between the leaves like silk,
caressing the space between the tangible and not.
Sometimes when the silence speaks,
I know I am the footsteps on the sand
I am the imprints and I am the grains.
I am the footprint and am the moment before it connects.
I am the impression and the depression,
I am the water which rushes into the indent
And I am the flow which takes it away.
The silent ones speak in the droplets that remain
They whisper in the rivets and valleys they create
They shine in ringlets of raindrops on the window
They glisten as they evaporate into the sky.
Just stars on a canvas,
untouched and untouchable
Dust to the hand which scatters them
Breath of whimsical dreams, crystals to cut our fingers
Treasures to covet but never to hold
Butterfly wings moving from moment to moment
Self, to Self to Self.
Silent ones will whisper their secrets.
Lean In Softly, To Expect Nothing.
Listen. Listen. Listen.