Deciphering

Deciphering:

really, it’s about deciphering mystery, alchemy in a sense, that silence has a deepest wish to be heard and will lend itself to words if only I’m to listen deeply, patient, not rushing my own thoughts here to fill the page. I want to know the secrets silence holds, to share its mystery translated into words the best that I am able, deciphering what truly can’t be told into a representation of its beauty.

it never happens, not completely so at least, and perhaps that’s the draw of silence, it’s only to be experienced, and is always just beyond the grasp of words.

yet still it leaves me wishing I could share.

and that’s why I consider myself a poet, a mystic, just labels really, but again like words to silence they attempt to capture an ineffable experience of being overwhelmed by the presence of deep stillness, consumed by its mystery, and left only with a desire to share the rediscovery of my own silent nature. An impossible task and one that’s makes a poet worthy.

a poet’s role is deciphering silence into words, and it always leads to a beautiful failure. never quiet capturing the essence of their own intimate experience of the world. Every attempt is worthy and leaves me hopeful to the next, not that it may finally succeed, but that I am again immersed in silence, partaking of its mystery, and that perhaps…