My Kind of Silence
My secret love is silence;
to be alone in the loud clash and tumult
yet to be silent
and not have to speak, or acknowledge
the presence of anyone.
I need at least 3 hours of aloneness
not including nocturnal time.
I need to think unhurriedly, spaciously,
even as the TV reports a train wreck
I stay in my silence, no need to turn off a thing,
nor block out the bird song
my kind of silence is the roaring kind.
It is louder than a runaway tractor
it is the silence in the engine
between the noise.
That kind of silence requires no answer
or repost, no agreement or disagreement.
Imagine a vast hollow tree
and a small mouse living in that hollow,
the mighty tree shakes and groans, creaks
and rattles
yet the mouse has found it own inner tree
and that tree loves to be alone
in all that cacophony
for the louder its world gets
the deeper is its silence.
If you were to ask that mouse a question
it would not answer,
because silence already knows,
and never hears
what we think we know.
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