The Eye of the Storm


Silence is not shutting of the mouth

Or the drying of the ink in the pen

Or the fingers idling on a keyboard

Silence is the background in which you rest

From which springs all thoughts and words

Issuing forth as action in the world

For who can rest like a dumb stone

Such destiny is not given to man

Save to renounce the sense of doership

And keep quiet like the eye of the storm.

1 Comment

Leave a comment