Water trough on a wind swept abandoned farm in Marshall, Va

When it comes from within 

And all around you 

And if the heart is wide-open

Silence receives you;

The cadence of such is deafening. 

Transcending perception’s ivory and ebony keys 

The notes, the thrust and pull – an ocean. 

And you find yourself and with no-self while

Moments awaken within themselves. 

It is this piercing silence that grabs you 

Right down into the sandy grains of marrow 

And shakes you from your slumber with all of the briskness of a ferris wheel 

And the mocking insistence of a whirring tornado.