Sunday, January 24, 2016

Sound and silence

The soundless void of space, a great gift insulating our little world

From the deafening implosions and explosions

Of the heavens above and below, we’d never know

How hellishly loud they may be, the faint flicker of the stars

Is all we see, the ears are left alone, in silence

So that we may ponder the beyond, but the sound from another universe

The mind, keeps ticking day and night, the senses may be plugged

But the mind cannot be made silent, unless it chooses to sleep

In that great silence, could the sounds of creation be heard?

The silently conscious seek it, they are done with the company of sound

It’s ripples disturb the joy, from which may emanate great works

Only by walking the bridge of silence may the sea of sound be traversed