Thursday, March 17, 2011


Your life, begging for silence,
Fills itself with words
To drown out the fear
Of the reality passing it by.

But the approval that you seek from those
Who have faith in themselves alone,
Will always fail to reflect the one
Who makes it a precarious home.

And when I give you a loving smile
In return for your puzzled stare,
Remember in those ambiguous moments:
Silence will be waiting.

The silence unbounds all love
From the reflection of the one who feels:
The eternal revelation which cries out
“Silence is always waiting”

Thursday, March 10, 2011

Friday, March 4, 2011

Dance of Silence: To understand signs, you must look past them

I have two kittens whom I adore and love to pet.  They're very frisky and play with me and each other often.  They love to chase around the red laser pointer dot.  It's probably their favorite game and they've come to recognize the sound of me picking the pointer up (it has a key chain which jingles in a certain way).  Sometimes they look for the red dot and can't find it so I point to it.  Being cats, however, they don't understand the significance of pointing.  Rather than look in the direction I am indicating, they stare at the tip of my finger.

Don't be like my cats! Look where I am pointing!

Dance of Silence

Between the words we speak,
The ambiguity asserts itself
In the lack we try to conceal
Through the flow of conversation.

Here truth always lives anew:  
Dancing from one lie to the next
Escaping the stability created
By arguments that struggle to their next conclusion.

Absorbed by these false summits,
Meaning slips away
As we look past its fleeting visage
Towards the endless climb ahead.

But these lies give understanding
About the truth they conceal:
About the falsity of our self-imprisonment
Within the differences we’ve created.

So when I tell you this love is infinite
Do not ponder the meaning of the words
But let them go in silence:
Free yourself and dance with me.