Silence Is

     

Silence is
the unmanifest mother
of creation.
Where silence deepens,
songs germinate.
Where darkness falls,
seeds of fire
spring out of nothing.
The silent sorrow in your eyes
echoes ancestral conversations.
When I gaze into 
those quiet drowned mansions,
you are unspeakably present. 
High along a snow-melt stream,
starry alpine flowers
babble their golden secrets.
Blurt it all out!
Whatever you mean 
begins as crystal silence 
on distant peaks  
within.

Image: taken on my favorite alpine meadow hike, Mt. Rainier