Exercises In Silence
1.
The light of dawn
from the slit of the curtain,
Silence
And the sound of silence.
2.
He opened his eyes. Faint images crossed the sky of his mind, he did not submit to them, took up his body and walked. The old twinge of pain between his right arm and shoulder returns, and as every morning, in his long solitude, he ignored it, and made his way to his narrow kitchen. Steam bubbles from the boiling water. He pour it over the small ginger pieces, melted. Inhaling the fragrance he walked to the corner. As soon as he settled into his daily seat, he closed his eyes. Silence. He swam in an ocean of darkness. Disappeared.
Awakened by a distant tweet, he raised his head and opened his eyes...the tree.
3.
The sleeping tree, so green in her loneliness
Home of the little birds
Little ones... tweets
Daylight comes and goes
Night comes, She falls asleep in the mist.
Dancing with the wind
Naked in the winter
And then, she puts on her leaves
Fluttering, laughing
Alone in solitude
Greets the years and say farewell,
the sleeping tree
Standing tall in silence.
4.
Every day, as he comes back from his unconsciousness, he feels his body. Nothing has changed. He leaves without leaving. He goes and comes back in the same place. Yesterday, in a daydream, he visited his childhood room. He watched himself on the ground, on his knees in front of the sketchbook. Excited with a new color box, he was free to draw whatever he wished. Now he's back, he wants nothing from the world but stillness, peace with the place, or free with his daydreaming trips.
For that, it is necessary to stay within.
Silence must be exercised.
5.
Alone
As a shadow of a dream in a desert
The only one who sees himself
No more noise from the city
Yet he did not leave it,
Lost in the fog of his mind
No houses, no streets
No friends, no chattering
Nothing
Alone in the silence of the room
the voice of self
Echoes back
A narrow world.
6.
The air infiltrates his lungs, and goes back up. very hot. He watched his chest rise, stopping at the maximum inhale, before falling into the cavity of his rib cage. Waves of sensations from the nerves in his neck seep into his back, and then to his arms. Unknown feelings run under his skin, ending with a pulse that he touches on the tips of the fingers. The waves travel in successive vibrations down the legs. Cooler. Hot. Numbness in the feet. Then stillness. More stillness. Yes like this. A moment in which the self is manifested. Transparent. Fades.
Suddenly, a loud wave rushes towards his head. He sees the mirror.
7.
A face in the mirror
His face?
Someone is staring
to his face.
Who's there with him
Abides in the silence
In the dark emptiness of his soul.
There is light
A sigh,
let out a long groan,
Calm down
Sleep.
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