Thoughts

Silence is Nature’s beat tapping all hearts

Wuji Seshat

65

Silence is Nature’s beat tapping all hearts

Silence is the sound of thought
For quantum silence would
Mean to not exist, and that is

Impossible for perception
Silence is not a lack of anything
Devoid of words, music, anxiety

It’s the great equalizer
The period in-between incarnations
The condition in-between encounters

And the sacred space that
Separates people, brains, chatter
The voices in our minds still
Sprout flowers faithful to the intent
That created them, the karmic non-hush

I’ve studied silence a lifetime
And still know nothing about her
For she is like the Tao, resting in action
Nestling in every leaf of every tree
Silence in the sun singing

Out loud but not for us to hear
Because we do not hear in light frequency
I can be content however
With silence as a blade of grass
Silence as utopia, purity, simplicity

The bareness of necessity
That transcends desires…

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Thoughts

Passenger of poetic arcs

Wuji Seshat

66

Passenger of poetic arcs

I am not an original creator
I never loved poetry
As a young person
Nature taught me alchemy
Through a speech impediment

My brain existed around
A deformity, giving me
The possibility of linguistic adoration
A phenomena of thirst
That was never quenched in words

Only the dream of embroidered
Feelings that were vision
From another world
There was no essential musicality
No particular evolution of healing

I didn’t explore complex ideas
Or traverse steppes of philosophy
But I yearned for something
And words emerged
To conjure a caress in silence

For a little saving bath
In the horizontal language of English
And the pauses before mandarin
I felt a cruel hunger for experience
The inner experience of waiting

At the harbour of the future
For a temptation to dream
And an anticipation for tomorrow
That consumed and whitewashed
All of who I once was until

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Thoughts

Believing in Beauty

Wuji Seshat

69

Believing in Beauty

Each and every time
The sun comes out
That’s part of the best

Of your golden edged time
Everytime you touch a flower
Or dream a cloud

With blue-tongued skies
Remember seasons are for melting
For merging and forgetting

We know what we need to know
Letting go takes courage
Giving up takes humility

Forgiving the rain for the darkness
While harvests are given freely
The rose endures without viewers

But is still already ready to be beautiful
Nature gives freely, without profit
Learn to dream a poem
In whatever you do.

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