Silence has stripped me bare
An influenza of silver nothing
Stretched like a skin
Over meaning, Bud of transparency
Music clouds the inner listening
Philosophy, a simple play on duality
Silence, is my legitimate voice
Nearly impossible to put
Into words, the feeling of transcendence
Absence of self, how do I exist?
After questions, I will not
Let answers influence me
I become pure neutrality
I would love to cease to hear
My own thoughts, then I might
Finally clarify us together
In a stare, as wide as our unity
Where poetry could say
As much as the quiet night.
Photo courtesy: http://www.deviantart.com/art/Riihivuori-450664430
Beautiful photo and poem
Thank you Cat
Really like this:
“Silence, is my legitimate voice
Nearly impossible to put
Into words, the feeling of transcendence”
Yes silence of the mind would be a good asset for the muse eh?
This poem cultivates a great hush within me. Just gorgeous thank you Wuji 🙂
I like your title”Silence is a great geography”.
yes for me 50% of the art in a poem is the title
May I excerpt the first few lines of this poem, with attribution to you of course?
anytime
Thanks!
Love it!