The only people
ever right
are those who can stay silent
for there is only war
when words are used
in place of truth
there may not be a wound,
it may feel even preferable
most of the time for most of the world
but still its only people
fighting their own
ugly selves
instead of listening for their private star
or testing how deep their awareness can go
or learning ways to show they really know how to love.
Still, that lunar face
with all its loving kindness
we call silence
seems to beckon
always
a response
some thought to bridge the distance,
to know the space is shared,
simpatico appreciated,
the calling of one's outline in the light
to say "I am your gift"
in pure surrender
when the gifts are harmonized already,
the extra word that hurts the night
is that first word.
