The power of silence


Silence is not empty

It is full of itself,

As discrete as an elf

And surely as witty;

How it can help gleaning

Many a strand of calm

But also of meaning,

Feel them pulse in your palm,

The meanings and desire,

Silence tells of a world

So big and much higher

Than the one that is pearled

In a glass quite precious,

You cannot understand

Though somehow comprehend

Through something unconscious…

Don’t think, don’t fight against,

Simply feel and let go

Only then will you know

All that’s in it condensed.


Not quite but almost.

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