INNERNESS

How potent is the silent voice within the heart—

like roses screaming quietly

at the top of their scents.

Our inner self turns a valve here,

flips a switch there,

rechannels a thought, all undetected,

guiding the mind with commands never heard by ears.

We inhale a vital force sent up from the sun,

full of planetary power, star strength,

universal unity.

We exhale such love as we can muster from our

little microverse,

radiating peace into nearest air

and farthest galaxies.

We breathe our relentless ripples

onto shimmering oceans of spirit.

Each star hears our silence.

Our mental voice imprints itself

on a forgetless tablet of inner space,

indelible as a baby’s first cry.

When we listen, the cold wind carries

the moan of mother earth

and the rising moon reflects

the sighs of setting sun.

Those who hear the universe

humming its silent symphony

learn to love each lento chord.

Strum my heart, you silent waves of love,

with your tuneful touch,

and help me sing the song of space

in the sanctum of my skull.