The Quiet

painting by Cezean Mat

The Quiet

“We need silence to be able to touch souls”

--Mother Teresa.

Gurus suggest that to achieve

           enlightenment,

                    Oneness

               Vision-quest 

                   or Nirvana,

we must seek out,

or rediscover,

or find for the first time,

                                         perfect silence;

to quell those voices        within & without,

inhabit a place

of serene stillness,

of white light--                  

    perhaps your personal 

          portal, a sweet doorway

               into multiple dimensions;

          and somehow while in

that place, you will be 

introduced to a titan

called Truth--

naked, freshly peeled, 

without its trappings,

cousins or usurpers.

Meditation & hypnosis & faith were not adequate

conduits for me. I wonder if one of those 

deprivation or isolation tanks would work for me?

Where you lie in a few inches of water with the

lid closed--would that provide the pathway, grant

me access, burst me through the hymen of

ignorance, slice through the membrane of memory

and light up the helix--or would I just hear the 

water, or suffer claustrophobia?

During my last sprint in

this cosmic relay race,

I find that I’m distracted by     

the gadfly of doubt,

the wood tick of fear,

the larva of lies,

and the sins of self.

Could I, at this juncture,

actually handle the truth?

Hell, no sweat--

I’ll find out soon enough. 

The beasts, birds, reptiles

do not seek enlightenment;

killers and victims. 

Glenn Buttkus

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