Silence: The Irony of Dreaming

Silver Poetry


Silence is porcelain ….

a shadow of crooked puppets

and thin reflections

tremulous fingers


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




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