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.