Silence: The Irony of Dreaming

 

Silence is porcelain ….

a shadow of crooked puppets

and thin reflections

tremulous fingers

resisting

to crush

this idle fantasy

this existential paradox

this stymied seeking

a lonely paradise

the irony of dreaming

note: I have heard the silence of the universe and it is a cacophony of voice, a body of song, a forest of noise, an ocean of angels, a purge of trumpets

there is no silence

our mind indicates the flux and verve of the holographic universe, dive under painted face to find truth laughing like a joyous child, with every curling  toe