Whence Silence Rules The Roost

When silence rules the roost

Let it be, for rare is such an occasion.

Breath is the one I can hear pulse is the one I feel

Bubbles of thoughts leaving forth without a trace

I know not who I am, for the I has merged in this silence.

 

Somewhere the cry of a child,

Somewhere the ladle in tango with the pot

Know not the moments that pass by

Is this the being and cosmos united in harmony?

 

Who or what behind this creation I know not?

Sometimes I am will in reverse that create the words that are worth

Sometimes it is the word that leaves when the poetry sheds

At times it is the prose that blooms in its various hue

The mind is vast and Rumi

For Kabir, Bharathi and Ruskin

Confluence’ is what result

Like in the sea, all the rivers drain words in me.