The Silence Inside The Noise
each day completes itself when done with it,
a stretch to dream,
further lifetimes to breathe.
each midnight’s exquisite instant reposes
when personal power and internal dialogue fade,
when the sky, absent the eyes,
no longer need nourish the famished mind.
each day completes itself when done with it,
as the ringing of silence saturates with worthiness,
scatters seeds to illuminate,
bearing the heart of a child
brimming with buoyancy, joy.
here within our lives
each heart may surrender
diving deeper into this space,
bumping into ourselves,
breathing alone inside the noise,
inside the silence.