Silence,
endless inner dialogues
voiceless truth.
The curtain goes down on a worn-out stage.
The silence is buzzing
with loud cries of regrets
of do’s and don’ts
and a forceful roar that broke away
from all that was familiar.
Remains of the shattering
of what life was.
No applause, audience long gone.
Restlessness of a quiet silence
Drags me out of myself
re-membering me into one self.
Is it really quiet?
No…it is the voice that
I longed to hear,
cradling my soul
playing my heart music.
Taking refuge in the space of silence
being in nothingness
wrestling with the emptiness,
my soul hums the song of life:“
For You silence is praise.”
In this hell-heavenly mansion of silence
Love speaks to mein a language of no alphabet
sand a music of no notes,
like quick sand it swallows me and resurrects me anew.
The stage is set
The curtains are pulled up
Love holds me by my hands
Shall we dance.