the sound of listening

the sound of listening

i withdrew to a quiet place

that i may listen to the stillness

i began to let go

and will less

i heard my breath

and i rendered it quiet

as i did as well to my heart

in my seeking of that place

with no sound

then there was the sound of Mother Breathing

and again i commanded quiet

and within this sphere of my nothingness

the riot began

i could hear the guttural utterances of the moon

and soon i mastered my peace upon it

and again

there was quiet

i then heard this wonderful symphony

playing for me

as the twinkling Soul Stars glistened

and i listened

as the sang concordantly

a song i have never heard before

but i had to close that door

for what i south i thought was quiet

and everything upon this journey

defied it

and deep within the recesses of this room of Self

i now felt isolated

and all the noises dissipated

into some unknown abysmal void

and with my will deployed

i had arrived . . . i thought

to that place i sought

quiet

there was an absence of voices

except this one

this one

who spoke these words i now write

and in the twilight of this night

i finally understood

the rule

in spite of my defiance

there is a sound in silence

the sound of listening

© 1 March 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.