Treasure Island

Sylvia Frances Chan

(22 November / Jakarta)

Silence is the Entrance


Below the water surface
I put down my foundations
to build a house
with a tiny room
I can work, is never disturbed

Below the water surface
I see my inside
peculiar, the doors are mirror
I see myself knocking on the door

Below the water surface
I just lost my way
suddenly there was a door open
the main gate of my soul

Below the water surface
I see my inside
silence was an absolute must
to the main gate to open,
the mirrors to remove
and I see myself go inside

Nice to be there
nice to be in place to
Heaven in order to remain
in the interior, in this huge silence
have you met me, you raise me
with your love...


Silence is the Entrance
to the deepest me

Submitted: Saturday, October 20, 2012

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