Know What.. Poem by RIC BASTASA

i found the beauty of silence
it is like a soft chair that i sit upon
and by the window i see the beauty
of the world out there: trees and avenues
skies and birds and the wide wide ocean
from this mountain top.

know what? silence is golden and everything
becomes mud and perhaps at a higher grade
silica or silver.

know what? in silence i honor myself.
it is crown that i deserve for not being affected anymore.
know what? i win.