Tag Archives: silence

I need a muse (26 March 2011)

27 Mar

I need a muse like I need God
I need to colour my life
with carrier pigeons

and love letters
written behind closed doors
on the floor at night


I need the footsteps
of my life to sound out
into your world
and know the glorious echoes

are heard – tell me – can you contain
me in the quiet chamber of your heart?
Will you call upon me
as the beginning sound of creation?

If you hold this for me
I will call you.

You are so rare


Meet me
Meet me now
See how ruffled I am
  without you

Stop dropping me off
at the doorstep

Take me inside


A muse is such a gift
if you were to leave…
if you were to leave…
you’d awaken in me

the yearning that’s inside all of us


These things come undone
in their own time and way
You’re the poetry
Graffiti on the moon

I hang to the mid-air

and I point to you and I point to you
and then one day
I point that yearning towards

I point that yearning towards


I need a muse like I need God

This yearning is so precious.



welcome the whale (20 Jan 2011)

22 Feb

It’s fast, the rhythm jaunty
there’s nothing foreign in it
but I can’t breathe
like my lungs are craving
complete submersion

and I am drowning, as a fish drowns
  in air
the pulse of life has sped up
and I have slowed

my rhythm

the more I try
  to join in
the more I
drown, the muse is pulling

I can feel another pulse
it is deep



it is the speed of sand
the texture of ocean
the ripple of one century
after another

it is a forever more wish

it is the silent pulse
the youngest throb of an ancient whale
as she holds the calm
and claims the surface

for a wandering moment
she sees me struggling

you are not of them today

and guides me
I navigate my slowness
my steadiness

I pulse languid on the radar
these small eyes
still rhythms

to those up there
I pulse alone
the surface ruffled by wind and
the chattering white waves

aah but I pulse not-of-them today
   I pulse deep

silence (11 Dec 2010)

14 Feb

if I could give you something
it would be a gently pressed finger
to your lips

you’re full of stories
they catapult you through life

I want you to know
I love your ways

and I want you to know
that when I still your lips
it is because I revere silence
as god

noise (11 Dec 2010)

14 Feb

I’ve taken you out of your house
and into mine
there’s no radio, no tv

I don’t ask you how you are
because I know you are full
of noise

this is why we are together
I know what it’s like to have something
life can be defined by

And I know too you want to find
boundless moments

silence (7 July 2010)

10 Jul

it is an escape
like a drowning ocean
and it is a new world
  born into colour
it is resisted
  and harboured
  and dulled to a froth
  of noise
it is pocketed by nature
in between raindrops
and clearly invisible
next to valleys
  or mountain tops
and sometimes it is
from the still wind
  or a falling leaf

mooji wisdom (24 Dec 2007)

26 Feb

we are not moved to silence
in our seeking (or whatever it is we do)

we are always moving away from it
for we ARE silence

we are stillness

this is how we experience
noise and movement

it is in the contrast

not knowing (3 Sept 2009)

9 Jan

it’s nice to know it doesn’t
matter, your decision
is only for the next phase
to begin, like a flag
drawn down the mast
silence replaces the
flapping wind

for a split second everything
dies in the exhale
pause in that long
of not knowing

and then fly your flag
up against the sun
there’s no knowing if it
anything at all
from what was choreographed
in the very beginning

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