SILENCE

The maestro of all Listening

is the stillness within:

in absence of the noise 

of human commotion

and mindless jabber,

wherein no-one hears a word;

a backdrop of meaningless

motion and reaction:

entertainment, performance and distraction -

some sort of company

at least.

The preciousness of being alone,

so awareness trickles through

in the flow and fluidity of continuity -

the conscious Now.

Sensory apparatus then finds space,

within and externally

to wholly attend and perceive,

in its innate, gentle subtlety -

what the body itself expresses

 and the pulsing heart imparts.

The holy whispers of my soul.

The ancient child, survival-self - that worried little back-brain

becomes suffused, absorbed

by an incandescent presence,

overarching and ecstatic -

a birthing, morphing dragonfly

The soundless rush of wings

of glory, bliss embodied,

turning inside outwards,

becoming something else.