S.I.L.E.N.C.E.

silence
is not the end,
or the beginning
of a journey,
I found out today,
as the flour flew
from my fingers
to the earth,
when every sound
came alive
from the silent ocean bed -
birds chattering,
complaining even,
a brown leaf rolling across the floor,
branches creaking with their weight,
flowers whispering a softness
into the crisp morning air,
vehicles rushing to the land
of nowhere,
tears falling like winged seeds
upon a moist earth,
memories speaking their unforgettable stories,
etched in the quiet of a throbbing heart,
.SILENCE.
where everything rests
and comes alive,
drawing me deeper
and deeper,
into that void
which connects worlds
within worlds -
the ancient sage
without a name or form,
who sees everything,
who knows everything,
who feels everything
in every breath and pore,
a celebration of the journey,
the silence that is
the essence
of it all.