In the silence I will continue…

Silence is the heart. It means absence
Beyond recovery, the last fall before the discovery
Of spirit. Thus we decline into the silence; silence
Covers you, covens you, and carries you away
To the demesnes of sleep. The flicker of dreams
Is the appearance of silence, resurfacing from the deep
Of the soul interpreted as space, or something
Deeper than space, from whose vastness space extends
And in whose eternity time first was born. The music of the labyrinth
Is the beating of the heart, its words
Are the deliverances of thought. And who would go
Into the silence of the mind? Who would live in its music? I
Am not far away; I am humming the tune that it sings.