Cacophonous Silence


The quietude,
Like a tree’s dark shadow ,
Knows only the absorption of all colors,
Rendering the din of senses
A cacophonous silence.

How gentle the process,
Once resistance abates
And the mind’s own deprivation tank
Engendering trust,

Voids the threat of fear.

Yet…

So hesitant are many
To embrace the white light ,
To wait out nature’s tintinnabulation,
The white noise becoming aphonic.

To lay oneself down
Afloat atop the water,
The grass,
The ethereal reality of consciousness,
Where leaves of brown,
Beneath the awaiting orange of red and yellow,

Repeat nature’s cycle.

Where jasmine lures the mulch of life
Into purity’s gateway,
Patiently biding time’s eternal truth,
Preparing one with zero.

The hush of peace.

The quiet of love.

The mutation of hate.

All conjoining in harmony’s sublime reward…

The circle of cacophonous silence.