remember

and then
you remember
the breath
and the silence
within

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This poem is from the book A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken

the silence between words

i long
for the gap
between thought

the silence
between words

the calm
before action

that moment
when all
the world’s movement
harmonises
with itself

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This poem is from the book A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken

In The Predawn Light

In the predawn light
the birds take flight,
taking with them
the silence of the night.

The lone dog’s bark
heralds the end of dark,
as his fellows
take up the lark.

Then comes humanity.
A din of utter profanity.
Attempting to avoid
silence induced insanity.

Until shines the moon,
bringing its silent boon.
Causing man’s return
to sleep’s blessed lagoon.

Then the nightmares come.
A calamitous thrum,
highlighting the pain
of yesterday’s sum.

The night’s confidence shaken,
peaceful sleep mistaken.
Silence only exists
at night when we awaken.

In the predawn light
the birds take flight,
taking with them
the silence of the night.

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This poem is from the book Bound To The Wings Of A Butterfly

There Is No Rush

There is no rush,
You are already there.

It is all around you.
It is in the moment,
And it is the moment.

There is nothing to be done,
And no one to do it. 

No words spoken.
No rituals performed.
No sins cleansed.

Just an opening,
Just a realisation,
Just an acceptance.

Of silence,
Of the present,
Of reality.

As it is,
For what it is.

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This poem is from the book Reflections of the Self, The Poetry, Insights, and Wisdom Of Silence