09 Silence Poem by Saiom Shriver

Basho taught us the pond has no sound no refrain..
until violated by a frog, a stone, or fingers of the rain
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As one honking horn disturbs hundreds of ears,
so one angry word shatters peace into pieces.
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Dawn's breaking quiet begets bees' buzzing riot.
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3 quiets merge.. the silent snowsift.. night's fall swift
and the stillness of the wilderness
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God has said to revile none.. rather to revel as He
God as Love indwelling each reveals
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The pain inflicting doctors who play at science
debark captive dogs so that they may hurt in silence.
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Yogis sometimes roll up the red carpet of welcome, the speaking
tongue.
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Bright orange trumpet flowers grow like clapperless bells..
as saffron clad monks prefer silence
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The boat leaves foam wake. The canoe, ripples. But geese
leave no trace as they fly.
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Misogynists wish women to be tongueless belles, as silent
as the meadow's tongless bluebells