Gifts
--Yogi Ananda Viraj
Night feeding morning birds
while bathed in the silence of
the full moon's bright.
It's everywhere, my closest friend,
silence. Hear it?
We cannot escape it. We can't
catch it either. Without it there is
no thing at all.
What's it like? It's like that question,
just after you ask it. Hear that?
It's what follows "Once upon a time."
That gaping hollow that's both waiting
and fulfillment.
Who does it belong to? We belong to
it.
Sweet dreams my friends,
you brought this here.
Maybe I will repay you
with silent sunshine
in the morning.
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