At Home In the Silence
It's as simple as this...
dawn is your wake-up call
the stars are the lamp beside your bed
shake your bones regularly against the earth
to ensure the life still flows through them
properly
you should melt more --
water yourself a tree or an ocean
or a parched stranger
maybe you'll become a saint
or be a bastion of sweet laughter
for a frowning world
and no words in any combination
can match a well-timed smile.
Learn to be silent
and traverse that inner cave
spelunking across the great granite
crevasses of your soul
because not even a Senegal,
with its drum troops
and thunderous rattlings of
griots with koras
can equal the goliath reverberation
of the one that makes their home
in the silence.
dawn is your wake-up call
the stars are the lamp beside your bed
shake your bones regularly against the earth
to ensure the life still flows through them
properly
you should melt more --
water yourself a tree or an ocean
or a parched stranger
maybe you'll become a saint
or be a bastion of sweet laughter
for a frowning world
and no words in any combination
can match a well-timed smile.
Learn to be silent
and traverse that inner cave
spelunking across the great granite
crevasses of your soul
because not even a Senegal,
with its drum troops
and thunderous rattlings of
griots with koras
can equal the goliath reverberation
of the one that makes their home
in the silence.
1 Comments:
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