Silence is the device that keeps working
When we are done
When we are done talking
With the thoughts of our mind

Our mind is one that awakens to noise
Noise is the pollution that fills our silence
Silence is our key to understanding
Understanding a bird singing in the tree

The tree branches wave as the wind passes
The wind passes with a whistling pitch
A whistling pitch rattles the soul
The soul seeks a moment of silence

When things are silent all is heard
Ear piercing thoughts are deafening
And key is our mantra of nothing
Again the wind passes and whistles

Again the mind-rattles like a chain-fence
Nothing is the mantra, nothing is the key
A mantra of silence is spoken
A mantra of nothing is heard

A being is one that finds solace in their soul
Silence is one powerful moment of quietude
Silence is a butterfly in the sky
Once more a lasting breath.

12/05/2003

Posted on 01/11/2010
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