One of Those Things

Silence isn’t “one of those things.” It’s always present, and it never ends.

What ends is our attention. Fortunately, silence is always there when we return.

I wouldn’t say it’s waiting, but, then again, who knows, it might be.

We can say all sorts of things about silence. We can say it pours like honey,

Or that it melts like chocolate. We might liken it to the depths of the deep blue sea.

But whatever we say about it, however we may define it, silence isn’t that.

Trying to capture silence in a few words, or even thinking it’s possible,

Is as futile as trying to capture the spirit and essence of a mountain,

A bird, or a human being. It’s like saying you know everything there is

To know about your children, your mother and father, or closest friend.

In the end, nothing can be captured, with words and thoughts least of all.

Imagine our lives if they could, how narrow, how small.

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Categories: Sour Honey

William Michaelian