The spaces of silence

T

Rain drops

Drum with

Rhythmic certainty.

Disconnected patterns

Of accidental

Design, thrum

In my mind.





I lie

Suspended between

Two states, waiting

While thoughts

Subside into neural

Swamps of

Slumber





It is, in

The in-between,

In between thoughts

In between falling drops

There is

A second of

Stillness





Not the stillness

Of nothingness

Rather, the

Stillness of

Silence.

Eternity’s

Inbreathing





The subtle silence

Played pianissimo

Against rain’s forte

Creating patterns of space

Between the drops

Disrupting the

Certainty of thoughts.

About the author

David

Same sex attracted (SSA) man, who has the privilege of being a father and a grandfather. A man whose early upbringing in fundamentalistic Christianity has evolved into a strong connection with the spiritual, esoteric and philosophical branches of understanding. Finally, a person who craves the quiet stillness and deep silence of the eternal present

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