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Thursday, May 14, 2015

The sweet science of Silence: paradoxical epilogue 5/14/15

Silence, getting louder but from further away
yet deeper as so intimately still point close.
It is the surrounding that envelops,
discoverable as the essence in everything
although non-invasive but resounding.
Whatever particulars, ground-figure, front-stage or back,
the same mysterious resilient silence occurs.
What bleeds as silence, breathes and breeds it.
It is enormity everywhere encompassing
without a sense of scale.
It is as a compression of intimacy, extremely close-up
but without any ignitable sense of claustrophobia.
All our sensory means, secretly working this silence
as the look of everyday stuff on this earth pallet.
There is no jettison rock of silence,
thunderously entering our otherwise tranquil pool,
no gigantic glacial chip flat-face crashing
into any of our oceans usually trolling for calm,
no comet out of nowhere
bringing deep space silence looming large as up close.
What sight has as see or hear has as sound
all manifest silence in an invisible shroud.
I am not going anywhere where silence is not before me. 
Whatever spacials as particulars I conceive
are compositions of silence before becoming earthbound.
Go deep, go wide, go high,
silence has no special absolute expletives involved.
It is so expansive as beyond being sensory ordained.
Silence, has no spaces of occupancy
as context, or circumstance, or ground-figure.
Whatever your gestures, your behaviors, or expressions,  
silence will clandestinely dance through.
Space-time provides no capture or restraint.
The quantum blood of the universe is silence undefined.
Silence, as movement and passage has no particulars,
rest assured, no gain or loss.
That you have a you within you in silence,
is of itself wondrously yours,
yet there is no audience for acclaim.
What serves you as intimate and evident
all come forth from this seamless silence as source.
For now, trust within the streaming of your existence
and revel in the cosmos ocean from silence
coming through your heart . . . 





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