I’m using up all of my energy treading mind’s water,
afraid to sink below the surface even for a moment.
It’s not that I can’t hold my breath;
it’s that shutting my eyes and allowing the waves to take me under
will heighten my eternal senses,
I’m avoiding being silent, avoiding it quite deliberately,
swimming from activity to caffeinated activity,
creating more reasons to stay here, afloat.
I’m afraid to know what’s down there
but more afraid that
despite my long-held belief that the darkness is also home to a sunken treasure,
there won’t be anything else at all there with me
and I’ll know that I am truly alone.
i get that we need to communicate and share, and lead
but sometimes i just miss being quiet.
there is so much going on when nothing is being said,
so many paths forming, so many ideas becoming concrete
so many particles of being vibrating at just the right
frequency to feel at one with the whole
silence is to speaking as dreaming is to waking
for me at least, it needs to be a regular thing
Love has made me
and love has effaced
the me that was made,
Leaving behind only that
which can understand
that there is deep meaning in being where one finds themselves
And deeper meaning in being present
to see the light
of a thousand stars twinkling behind a veil of cloud
in the early hours of the night.