From the Depths of Inner Silence

It's this tiny thin thread between being & feeling. Right at this moment, I am, but I don't feel anything.

Just for the Dream of It

There's lovers turning into strangers & strangers turning into lovers,

there's one self & multiple selves & endless change.

There's one story, there's mine side of it & yours,

our version of it & theirs.

There's new stories arising from old stories & the world is born.

There's things I do & things I don't remember,

things I will & things I won't do again,

things I miss & things I try not to.

There's me, there's you, there's him,

& her, and her & him, there's them, there's us.

An us that is, an us that never was,

& an us that never will be again.

There's lost, there's found, there's one casting me out,

& one taking me in.

There's days, there's weeks, there's months,

& there's years to come...or not.

There's time, there's timelessness, there's eternal now,

& a never happening then.

Breathe in, breathe out, fade out & fade back in.

I only hear what you say in terms of silence,

gaps in between utterances,

& I tell what I've got in words unspoken.

It's the first of December, there's passing thoughts sometimes.

I'm hiding, right here, just for the dream of it,

and they cannot see me, not in my mind.