Silence As Friend

As the headlines remind us, there are all kinds of ways to arrive at peace. Sadly, some succumb to the altered state of pain’s messenger as their means. Mr. Hoffman's work of excellence will be sorely

Silence As Friend
                       by Odin Roark

We noisy ones
From bathinette ducky splash
To deep end cannonball flood
Passing from school yard horseplay
To boardroom P & L tantrums


The journey seems long
Knowing well
Noise receives attention
And encouragement

Just as hate remains impatient
Love
Like winter snowfall
Clings to trees and branch
Awaiting exhaustion before
Absorbance reaches its time

Such is the quietude of arrival
Where stormy expression
Finally worn of course
Renders our epiphany clear

Sometimes

We learn too late
The need to quiet the self
Discover that inner peace
Where noises of life
Skittle to ground
Mere timpani-tainted dust specks
Needing only to retire their chaos

Often

For others
The finding of such stillness
Is to know the healing quietness
Of inner tears coating our wounds
Flooding liquid light into heretofore darkness
Relegating shadows into the wings

The fortunate

Surround themselves
With arrival’s hush
While many of habitual clinging
Continue to fill the void with noise
Having yet to discover
Silence as friend