becoming silence

becoming silence


The quieter I became ... the more I could hear
only a single candle's flame moved the stillness ,
gripping the void between lucency and obscure darkness

my eyes slipped slowly closed as the flicker faded ,
inner quietude dimming all light
the darker it got ... the more vividly I could see

a nearly silent exhaled sigh let the memories flood
the bereft of where there once was light ...I became the timeless silence without form

yearning to understand some of the greater things in life unseen , experiencing the unknown without fear ,
for to clinch and feel that which seems indefinable

for here , in this formless manifest dimension ,
all layers of essence are peeled back
to an aurora of spirit in soul ;

at the core of inner stillness nothing is impossible ...


© November ... 2013   Harlon Rivers