Exquisite Silence

Exquisite Silence

Mountain ridge
panoramic view
sky draining of blue and white
and flowing
towards the brilliant orange fire
of sunset.

Distant lines
of hills and peaks
transform
from smoky gray
to an inky purple,
in sharp relief
to the pale parchment
of the sky.

The colors write
their slow moving story
on my eyes,
which find patterns
in the golds
as well as
in the wispy grays.

My ears then trump it all
with a revelation –
I am bathed in perfect silence.

No sounds
of modern life
intrude
upon this gift,
no insects buzz,
no wind sighs.

And from this well
of deepest peace
a sense of oneness
arises.

There is no veil,
no barrier,
no difference at all.
Communion is served
to all my senses,
yet those senses
have been left behind.

The silence,
the dark,
the stillness,
all profound.

In this emptiness
are anchored
all sound,
all sight,
all motion.
.
Every sensation
born from naught.

The wind gently
pulls me back –
the sunset and I return.
Now
less an object and observer
and more
love regarding love,
in different forms.

poem written by Blaise Kielar, March 2013