'my Hunger For Silence'

"And you, O my Soul, where you stand, Surrounded, surrounded, in measureless oceans of space, Ceaselessly musing, venturing, throwing - seeking the spheres, to connect them; Till the bridge, you will need, be formed - till the ductile anchor hold; Till the gossamer thread you fling, catch somewhere, O my soul." (Walt Whitman, 1819-1892, A Noiseless, Patient Spider) _____________________________________________ silence is like a beautiful flower a rose blooming within my heart. . . true silence is not about turning off the noise of life like the television . . . radio . . . music or turning off the computer and cell phone but it is more it is the hunger of being just me and having my own secret quiet- silent place for me it all happens with meditation meditation means bliss . . . it is not something that is happening outside me but deep within . . . it is a hunger I must feed often I will call it an "inside" spiritual journey a journey toward silence I cannot take you along with me or share it with you you must make your own journey . . . all connection with the outside world is broken and all bridges back seem gone the whole world disappears it does not exist in my silence place I think of my yoga mat as a magic carpet that takes me where it will the silence is profound . . . yet there seems a wind blowing me up and away no worldly noise penetrates I need courage . . . I must let go of all fear and I float to the center of my mind where I am a bird singing in the distance just singing . . . I am a cloud full of rain ready to burst then, I am the rain falling I am a flower with petals opening in the sun and I drift on a smooth ocean heading for my true north in utter and beautiful silence . . . ____________________________ July 22, 2019 Poetry/Free Verse/'my hunger for silence' Copyright Protected, ID 19-1223-382-02 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym. Submitted to Strand Select D Contest Brian Strand Third Place