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“ I have learned silence from the talkative,”
As a youngster
having my Mom.
or a teacher
As an Old Soul
and a Gemini,
I’ve always got a lot to say.
You may pick the subject
and I will take it from there.
God help you
if you pick movies, politics, or religion,
for I have 76 years of stored data,
that will pour out ad infinitum,
untilI I take a breath,
or you speak,
or that ferocious forefinger
presses your glossy lips.
Of course, I refer
to social intercourse,
is something sacred,
and to some extent
You can’t find it or capture it
midst a meadow in a dewy glen
or the verdant depths of the forest,
or underwater 50 fathoms below,
or in the catacombs of a city,
or in the flinty bowels of a cavern,
or at the bottom of a mine shaft.
if rife with breath and heartbeats.
Maybe in outer space,
where I am an astral projection
passing through black holes
for a few precious moments
there might be an absence
where even movement is soundless,
but I would submit
I might hear a faint whoosh,
or the fluttering of my cosmic wings.
According to my Sci Fi training,
I expect that motion
too much is just
conjecture, hope, faith & imagination.
Seventh Day Adventists believe,
that initially there is no after life,
that we are thrust into the Land of Nothingness,
until Jesus, or his saintly minions rouse us.
Probably, these folks’ souls do encounter
this terrible silence because
they expect it, actually create it.
Since time does not exist beyond the veil,
all souls do, at some point, discover
the truth, no past, no future, just
the Glory of the Eternal Now.
I’m pretty certain, while there, I remain just
as gregarious, vociferous, garrulous, and
loquacious as I have ever been. I cannot even
imagine God’s lips covered
with his holy forefinger.
Posted over at d'Verse Poet's Pub