yen-yaw:

Silence is the doctor.

When the mind is quiet,
only space remains.

Comfort in the sound
of the noiseless:
we abase ourselves
in it.

The whisper of the tide
of the ocean
makes our skin crawl.
Sand comforts our exhalations
and our inhalations.

When the moon rises,
we are in it.

Silence is the moment.

8:24 pm  •  27 February 2012  •  3 notes