Silence

 

 

Silence, unmanifest mother of creation. Marrow of the bone soul. Heart-piercing ray of awakening. A raindrop containing the whole sun. Selah. The sorrow of your eyes echoing ancestral conversations. When I gaze into those drowned mansions of quietness, you are unspeakably present. Where silence deepens, songs germinate. Where darkness falls, seeds of fire spring out of composted pain. Mixed with the grit of a little thinking, silence is not silence, but grinding despair. One grain of "me" weighs more than the planet. Now sink lavishly into your absence, womb of unborn beauty between heartbeats, while high along a snow-melt stream, starry alpine flowers blurt your golden secrets out. Whatever you mean begins as crystal silence, on distant peaks within.

Photo: a favorite wandering spot of mine on Mt. Rainier.