Strange, marvelous world of paradoxes. I'm thinking how some silences are more revealing (and harder to take back) than words...
Here's a short poem of mine that attempts to explore this mystery:
Undertones
Yes, we spoke, but
it's in the silences
that we understood.
O, translators of words,
think a hundred times before
attempting to interpret
the countless silences.
If you enjoyed this post, I hope you might consider joining me in my upcoming virtual talk, on Inspiration in the Deserts of Egypt where I discuss my profound experience of Silence in the desert and how I associate it with (mystical) revelation.
