Silence

Silence

What is the silence
the mystics speak of?
For some it is the quiet
of a morning walk
through the forest.
For others it is
the imagined quiet
of a morning walk
through the forest.

Yet as far away
an imagined quiet is
from quiet itself,
so to is silence
from quiet.
It is neither of the imagination,
nor worldly;
nor is it of the divine,
it is divine!


I Love and Hate

What of all the hate,
and what of all the love,
in this world?
I judge you as worthy of love;
I judge you as worth of hate.
There are many minds
in this world.
And hence it is true,
the world is full of hate;
the world if full of love.
However a daring leap or jolt
reveals beyond
small islands of mind,
the towering waves of compassion
amidst an ocean of silence.


Quick?

Quick read fast,
in case you shall see yourself
in this page -
just a little;
though the inner knows nothing
of fast and slow;
so for some -
indeed at some time -
haste may touch one’s heart.
For others, haste may only
hasten distance and demise.


Guilty or Not?

How strange we are often
so quick to feel guilty for
that which we have not done.
Take a step back, and allow
ourselves time for a deep long breath
to cleanse ourselves,
yielding not a confession,
but clarity.

Disproportionate hallucination for a person
who has been told and now tells
one’s very self:
“I have wronged”.
Be judged not so hastily
by your own prosecution,
in your own courtroom -
of course with not your own defence…
so funny!