Silence

Together in a silence
that holds a worry
about the absence of talk,
that holds a preference
in difference to the prevailing
speak;
not always companionable.
At times it shrieks
inside my head, giving orders
I cannot obey.
Silence is golden
talk is cheap.
Solitude and writing have become
my conversationalists,
is anything lost,
or gained for those we guide,
for those we love,
when words are sparse
and silence holds us all?

Breath(e)

Dark, no place for shadows
Quiet, snow falls upon itself
Evasive light
Empty sound
Silence fills me up
I breathe it in
And breathe it out
Ah, bliss

Mosquito – small stone Jan 25

The threat escalates
as the incessant whirring of its engine
moves closer and grows louder,
its noise, an irritation
on the blank canvas of silence.

Namaste – (not so) small stone Jan 17

Through this practice, my body
rests like a child and fights like a warrior.
It begins to remember 
that only in this stillness, 
can it source it’s next move.
That only in this silence
can it hear it’s own wisdom.
That only when it lets go
can it find strength.
Each with its opposite
one required by the other.
As it closes it’s eyes
overtaken by darkness
it remembers too
the origin of light.

Jan 12 Small Stone

Listening, as the jumble of words
pours into the emptiness 
like steaming coffee filling a cup.
They talk of surrender, of merging
with the flow of life,
of trust of something bigger, deeper,
like Life, perhaps?
Of dancing the dance of lovers,
swaying together through the currents,
entwined,
to perfectly create
all that is possible
and possibly, never yet imagined.

Re-entry – Jan 10 small stone

Re-entry can be fraught, sometimes
like smacking into a closed ranch slider 
(which one thought was open)
after downward facing dog

Re-entry can be sublime, sometimes
as the key turns unobtrusively in the lock
the door gently opens
footsteps, trying not to be
footsteps, carry this body inside
where silence offers the perfect greeting