Poem: Where is my I

How to invite the silence into the silence?

Why is this silence seeks to meet with the one preceeds it?.

When two silences merge, emerges  T h e   O n e

Oh my silence, let the noise of these pleads guide you.

Although you, yourself, are carrying the noise of your days.

With all of his troubles and dreams.

Where am I, but a drowning body within a stormy sea

Where the waves of the century throw around our damaged body.

There, my silence, is nowhere to rest.

But, in between.

There is a quietening between the first weave, and the second, and within one.

Where the eyes of the storm shred their troubles

 

And there, and only there

Is where you find yourself

As the one silence

Meeting  T h e   O n e