I won’t ask for anything
like a flower that knows nothing
but the fact that it’s time to open
or time to die
Winter and spring flow over me
humble spirit surrendered to the universe
unfolding and closing itself
without a word
I’m not the most perfect of flowers
but under my petals
I hide a speck of the deepest mistery
called breath of life.
silence is a state of mind
the balance of spirit, the self sufficiency of spirit
the still in a given place, falling over soul like a grace
just the way flowers fall from the blooming cherry tree.
silence is also a reality
the lack of words when everything hurts,
or an answer one does not want to give in words,
yet the most painful answer. the loudest scream of all.