The Wonder of Silence

You Are Whole

 

Beneath your sadness and fear.

There is a hole so vast and deep

you call it an abyss.

 

You look away every time

you see it

out of the corner

of your eye.

 

It doesn't matter if you use

drugs or scripture.

Pride or self pity.

Anxiety or sloth.

You avoid it.

 

Next time you notice the abyss.

Don't be led astray.

Hold it in your attention.

Let it take you.

 

That abyss is your freedom.

That vastness is your soul.

That depth is your love.

That hole is your path.

 

You are a flute

who has been filling itself with mud.

Cursing the hole inside you.

Yearning for the sweet sounds

that can only be caused by your emptiness.