Within these sacred open verses,
I find silences and contemplation
sitting close and far between the
words and sounds and loaded with
thoughts, feelings, and imagination.

Words float in this silent sea and
each movement of the letters penned
on page or sound on lips finds a
part in me: a memory, a feeling,
a touch that lingers in the pause.

Silence then becomes my friend who
sits with me in spaces of the unsaid
and allows my meditation to form
around the verses that drop from high
to low in the giving that comes from art.

 

23/5/2024