Silence

Silence is a pool, deep and green.

I sink into its welcoming womb. 

I empty my mind

            thinking of nothing 

                        nothing at all 

            but nothing abhors a vacuum.

Words rush into the silence

            filling the empty space I wanted to create 

                        swirling inside my skull

                                    like autumn leaves whipped by a west wind

words about silence

            words about words

                        words of supposed wisdom

             that I might say,

                        could say

                                    will want to say, 

            when the silence ends 

words about my inability

            To empty myself 

                        to hear the message that might arise  

from a pool of silence.

By Jim Taylor, October 2018