Silence Says

Silence Says

The silence in your voice says—
exactly that.

You are torn between two loves.
Yes, blessed to witness what others chase,
even as they try, try, try again.

The Sun shines on your power to choose,
but still—
you need the dark to understand.

Let the Moon fall silent.
Let the Sun stay in its bed of night.
Let Wind hush,
Water still.
Let fish‑tanks and cars, chatter and scars,
lightning, thunder—be gone.

You need a break.
I do too.

I will ponder the universals of life.
Drink my fermented libations—
not a drip to the Earth,
for I need every drop.

I will sleep, cozy.
I will be in silence.
I will play my guitars—
Juni Uni and Ife—
having given my Root
to my cousin, whose father, like mine,
rests.

How jealous I am of the resting.

I bow to the inevitable and laugh:
“Karma, you are crazy—
and I love you with all of my heart.
Thank you for showing Me, Myself.
Self, meet You.
You, meet Self.
Nice to meet me,”
I say to Myself.

Now, in the silence of the Moon,
no reflection matters more than the whole of me.

Control wonders
why I have surrendered.
I doesn’t speak of It,
and Myself—
well, Me, Myself, and I
float easy on this sea of events.

When Time comes calling—
“YOU! Come with me.
I’ve watched you grow.
Your place is needed.”
I’ll go.
Death will be a gift of arrival.

Spiritually, I die and rise—
month by month,
day by day,
every second.
I split extremes like a Gemini,
roar like a Lion,
charge like a Bull,
fly like an ancient Dragon
still guarding the edge of thought.

Millions of years in a single breath—
awareness enough
to know the Universe works,
whether I like the outcome or not.

Control left with Assumption,
and Fact remained.
Fact says:
“Heart won’t lie,
mind might multiply outcomes.
Balance will reach for you
if you reach back.
Peace comes when you’re done trying,
and Life only asks
that you thank Time for existing.”

The blessing in the equation is breath.
I breathe—grateful.
I move—blessed.

Let everyone, everything, every place
be a verb.
Nouns only describe.

Two is 2,
three is Three,
and One—one is Me, Myself, and I.

Be grateful for the multiplicity of Love;
she holds each layer
of what you feel and think.

You can run in gold and silk,
but Wisdom may lag behind.
Experience walks with you—
promising to one day
introduce you to Wisdom.
If that meeting comes,
you’ll grow,
and doubt will fade.

Three is too many.

Silence says—
(a long pause)
…