Silence
SILENCE There is a slice of darkness in silence and a slice of light’ It is a place, a wide field where you sit in your own company; I mean, in the company of your fears, conscience, memories, will, regrets, dreams, inventions, wit, trickery, devils, angels, your power, denial, scourges, your narrative; your trembling hands in front of you, staring like a message, empty, yet full of meaning; your face, expressionless, cold, like a man who has died, your eyes, piercing, searching, shamelessly honest, unmoving, like the eyes of God. It is an ethereal dungeon sitting in the pit of your mind, a place without shelter, without food, without warmth, a place without luxury, comfort, without water, air or gravity. a place hanging on nothingness, an eternal beatific shoal. It is a place without rest or cover, a place of merciless mercies, a place where you are bare without clothes and bent to the elements, an unmoving place, this silence, without gates, where all in it, lay still. The place
