I like for you to be still

It is as though you were absent,
and you hear me from far away and my voice does
not touch you.
It seems as though your eyes had flown away
and it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth.

As all things are filled with my soul
you emerge from the things, filled with my soul.
You are like my soul, a butterfly of dream,
and you are like the word Melancholy.

I like for you to be still, and you seem far away.
It sounds as though you were lamenting, a butterfly
cooing like a dove.
And you hear me from far away, and my voice does
not reach you:
Let me come to be still in your silence.

And let me talk to you with your silence
that is bright as a lamp, simple as a ring.
You are like the night, with its stillness and constellations.
Your silence is that of a star, as remote and candid.

I like for you to be still: it is as though you were absent,
distant and full of sorrow as though you had died.
One word then, one smile, is enough.
And I am happy, happy that it’s not true


Silence is something we are so often not comfortable with, it seems to frighten us. It frightens us because in those open spaces between doing, we must now deal with being. And looking at what and who we are. So we impulsively switch the TV and radio on in order to drown out those uncomfortable thoughts. In love it is the same. We cannot deal with silences, they force us to confront issues in the relationship like for instance just being with someone. Not doing with someone. I think if you can just be with someone silently and distantly, you are with someone completely. Too many words sometimes kills love as surely as too little. And sometimes all that is required is a smile and a presence.

willow

I generally find that people do not acknowledge intuition as such a vital sense as it truly is. It is especially this sense that enables us to communicate beyond words in `golden silence’. And it is precisely in this subliminal communication that miracles are born in. When we verbalize we have to order a myriad of stimuli, ideas, feelings & fantasies into logical sentences, for which there is a definite need. But in mutual silences we transgress logic and send feelings in a undiluted, direct form to one another. If there is nothing to be said, then let our eyes and bodies and hearts whistle that most endearing silent melody.

 sparroy