From Silence to Creation

silence to lifeFrom silence to life floates he

Dancing his way to ecstasy

From silence to realization

Is  a meadow, no mock creation

No pathway laid by the elder

No song already sung enough

No verse of the old

A story untold


The meadow of freedom laid

Cloaked by no lewd pathways

Resonance on Stillness painted;

The stars upon night sky spread

Silence is the canvas spotless,

Akin to mystical nothingness

Upon which the songster

inscribes his truth and love.

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