Every word ends in silence
Every song ends in silence
Every breath ends in silence
Every noise ends in silence.
All is flowing towards silence
Has its origins in silence
Has its being in silence.
Yet in silence we see
Nothing worthwhile;
All life flees from this silence
Flees as the restless mind
Flees as the restless body
Flees as the restkess ambition
Flees as the restless hope
Flees as the insatiable greed
Flees as the undying craving.
In silence we fear an ending
An ending to who we think we are
What are we, do we know at all?
If we do not know who we are
Who can tell us and what proof
Can they offer us to convince us
And all proofs are more words
And words cannot capture silence.
Yet we keep experiencing silence
Every night in deep sleep, where
Neither we are nor anything else
Yet next morning finds us restless.
