Petals of Silence ( for April Poetry Month)
Silence can mean live and let live, the appreciation that I am and you are you. --Hugh Prather
The doors to living an enlightened life open with the keys of silence and just being. Leave your thoughts behind and enter-- Dr Robert Puff
Petals of Silence
A sweet sprite is silence,
But I can't see her face,
And can't touch her hands,
Yet I long to meet her often,
She comes when I call her.
Her smile kills all noises,
She descends on the surface,
Of my mind and speaks mute,
And puts balm on my head,
I stand up to all squalls in life.
When all hopes desert me,
I find refuge in her bosom,
Hear whispers into my mind,
When the world pricks my soul,
She stretches her arms to me.
I bathe in showers of her love,
The world wants to grind hard,
Mould my bones to fit in well,
Entangled in the claws of time,
She scoops up to set me free.
Antidote to clamor of insanity,
Serene shade of a huge tree,
As a placid sky she appears,
Rushes to quench my thirst,
Nurses to heal my wounds.
To her I open my heart and soul,
Love to speak without words,
Travel with her without baggage,
And locate what eyes fail to find,
She is tumultuous without a tone.
Is she eternity or reality I search ?
Her mien charms without seeing,
Is she secret of the world I crave ?
As my spirit she stands before me,
If she is nothing why I flock to her ?
As awakening so vital is my sleep,
With light, darkness completes me,
Can truth be found if I seek words,
I relish the blissful hug of silence,
And see petals of the fleeting time.