Silence

Burning with passion, it scars my clouds

Cold as steel, it strikes me out

Hot with strides, with it I walk

Shivering as winters, it kills the sprouts

Warm as love, it cozes to sleep

Chill as ice, it burns me deep

Walking, running and in a silent gaze...

Silence is left even when silence part ways

Silence is the stone of a monk's staff

Silence is the pen of a lover's talk

Silence the word that reaches down deep,

It was alive when the world was to sleep

It is what we are bound to reach

It, a small trickle that falls through our face

It, a small wind that may turn to a gale

But it is the love of the sun to the Earth

It is the pain that the earth each day bears

It is the heat that the mother innate feels

When the small boy smiles

It is the peace that moon at night yields

But in it lies the dust of creation and spite

It alone stands tall when the worlds shall fall

Rising above the stars is the silent innate bliss

Rising beyond the hurdles is deep silent will

All around the skies and moons - all around the stars

And in the silence lies the pale morning glory

And the sweet flowers of moon

Thus, I rest in you the silence,

I hence rest this verse:

In silence are twirls of sea

In silence shall rest you and me...