When so much of one’s world revolves around
the search for the inner essence of things,
an attempt to hear the personal sound
or true song of being, what often brings
the most clear and vibrant indication
of something vital beyond the eye’s range,
where the flights of one’s imagination
find beauty in the sublime and the strange,
is the simple sound of nothing at all –
that still, quiet place between the heartbeats
of the loud and exuberant life-force;
There is in that space, beyond the ear’s wall,
a silent sense of motion that completes
each audible voice, giving it a source.
31 JAN 2003
