Tuesday, July 19, 2005

 

Silence is Alive

To me,
You are molten lava
Constantly
Pouring
Through
A funnel
Called
Consciousness.

And yet I know,

Molten lava,
You are not.

Constantly pouring,
You do not.

Flowing
Through a funnel,
You do not.

Oh words,
How you get
In the way
Of expressing
What is.

Still,
No matter how
I define
The indefinable,
I know that
Silence
Is alive
In me.

In Silence,
Enocia



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