Silence

When words are gone

And thoughts are clouds

confused

by the wind

of feelings -

gentle as the morning touch

or stormy, as a hundred rivers

chasing

on the steeper stones

of afternoon -

don’t speak, don’t try.

Listen

to your own silence

and drawn in it

the evening.

Deep blue

is the empty mind -

like the universe,

silenced

before the burst

of a new birth!