Dreams In Silence Poem by Ayni Poet

I wear the sticky absence of the air near my body.
I can feel it whipping my skin with immense care and grace
My mind is as blank as a still river
And my nostrils are dipping in the sky's mystical scent.

A very gentle breeze follows the shape of my toes
And it goes up to refresh my closed eyes, my hair, this Life.

The silence invades harshly my lungs, your lungs
This peace burns right in the middle of our chest.

There's absence and there's presence all around
Movement and stillness, void and fullness dissolve or manifest
There's knowingness and unknown, sight and blindness
The day loses its shine to the Emptiness of forms,
This is the sunset glory.

Now, we can dream.