Excerpted From Silent Echo Poem by Richard Weissman

And that final portrayal, the eye illuminated throughout manifested and unmanifested universe - physical, astral, etheric
And the pathwalker which we each assume, now stands to the ready in Taoistic cloak,
birthing the next generation of manifestation, seeding her own destruction, and behind him all of his works, all of those works of a life grasping towards ascension,
And beyond,
And within the entirety of all these pictures,
Of all these sounds - Harking back,
To the drama, to the dance which is the egg, which marks the fertilization, which marks
the birth-death continuum, which marks the light streaked hydra of tear, which clutches to hand in its perfection, which questions itself - its own pathworkings,
Which listens within for sounds from its own creation
And breathes in,
Breathes out,
The Stillness,
Abyss,
The Silence,
Of Self-Realization,
Of Enlightenment perceived,
And now in finality,
And now
Throughout all eternity,
And now
In reflection,
The Silence
Echoes.

(1994)