Into the Silence

into the mouth of silence
(her voice is rich with pain, rich
with hesitation, made deep with
years of longing, wishing to be real)
into the lips of knowing
one cannot deal with all things
especially when the weight
overrides the vocabulary given...
sometimes one must break
to express
into the silence where
rupture is a tear.

There are patterns
spiritual as the scales of dragons
that the Almighty formed,
they pierce the veil of culture,
puncture its heart,
make reality but a ()
within a sentence long enough,
meaningful enough
to be the beard of God.

There are souls
who live
between
not knowing whether they are
angels or humans,
pulsations of light
strands of light beams
gathered together for a breath
a sunbeam
an afterthought
to bridge.

into words, filled with pleroma,
there are clairvoyants
and other souls
in whom the word of One
is their lives,
their lonely, unremitting suffering
in hearing
the sounds which are so deadly
to temporary souls
since they are poisoned
with self-knowledge.

into the chink in our armor
it comes
the grace of eternity
turning shadow into delight,
one's shyness
into smiles.