silence – Picking Up Roots

Bathing

before the day awakens,
I soak in the silence
of the darkness,

its peace
washes over my pores,
I am light

though I crave
the warmth of the sun,
I sit calm
bathing in this silence

enjoying the reverie
of quiet memory

Knowing Silence

what is more valuable
than silence,
the opportunity to melt
into its nothingness,
allowing your thoughts
to explore their depths,
stretching themselves
to their furthest limits;
can you ever know yourself
if you never know silence

On the Edge

where is the space
for the quite one,
is there still love
for those at the edges -
any warmth -
must every moment
be filled with action and sound,
could there be another way;

if I need space -
need room of my own -
to let my mind 
trace a path through its thoughts
am I an outlier;
am I wrong 
if these quiet moments
feed my soul;

stopping to listen
you can hear
the heartbeat of the earth,
just ask those
silent upon the fringe