Silence, the rising only peace of mind ever known
Its secrets,
Almost revealed only when we sleep,
But instead,
We at times forget what we dream.
Sleep,
An act that can’t be put in words,
Comes when it wishes, and
Leaves us when we need it most,
Look at the tree, flowers, in the streets
Or wherever,
Imagining, yourself as them, and
Not standing the pain,
Of pruning in the name of beautifying.
What is beauty any way?
The satisfaction from the perfect rise and fall,
Of a baby’s little chest? ,
Or the peace sent to the ears by the sound of its breath?
The tender brows, closed eyes?
Or the little and all relaxed face?
No expression.
No hatred.
Not even love.
No nothing,
Only peace.
The peace hidden in silence.
Can’t be seen but can be experienced by lucky ones
Look around and its all clear.
So many things you never thought you would see.
Yet a longer look almost breaks your heart.
You frown with anger,
Looking at that innocent face.
You can’t stand the thought of loosing it.
Take like I take a deep breath, hold it and listen.
That heart beat.
Let loose and feel the peace
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I liked the lines: Look at the tree, flowers, in the streets Or wherever, Imagining, yourself as them. And: No expression. No hatred. Not even love. No nothing. Only peace. The peace hidden in silence. And: Let loose and feel the peace. This is a really beautiful poem. Keep penning. B.B.