What Child is This?

Chanting surrounds the silence in the temple. Still the silence refuses to surrender. It hides. It finds holes. It squirms. It does not surrender.

The din closes ranks.

The silence finds shadow. Shadow has found a way to hide from the light, but not the noise. Together they may be able to embrace. To hold each other in compassion.

The alliance begins, innocent at first. The silence begins to seduce the shadow. Shadow is weak. Shadow succumbs. A pregnant pause results.

A pregnant pause in the shadow.

What child? What child?

The child will not speak for it is not borne, cannot be held, cannot be heard, even if it heard the silence in the shadow producing the pregnant pause of which the child is now the whole of it.

Sitting alone, not knowing how to cry. The lotus child sits, surrounded by, but untouched by the chants, or the silence, or the shadow.

Reviews

[Abdul Batin Osman Bey]

very Zen Buddhist like, I like it