Silence Of The Fool Poem by Robert Hilary

lovingly kissing the stars of fate with lips so sealed by the soft bite of my sharp teeth,
i press them against each other and breathe through my nose to blow a kiss,
in which the uttered wind there of comes to kiss the air that i breathe,
the wind of the world, that it knows my love, as it sofly blows a kiss upon my cheeks,
softly carressing my soft skin that i may feel its love in return.
i am the fool, riddled by silence, sealed upon the tongue a silence deep, that whispers in silent hushed invisible words into the deep of all that i am,
i walk upon a path of quiet calm, the words left in my wake are the silent footprints set in the dust upon the road on which i travel, as in silence the mysteries and the truth unravels before the ever silent wisdom that pulses, deep, alive within my my soul, inside my heart,
that i may ever hear its silent music, tis a silly thing to know with wonder, that one.is a fool, and that the silence that presents itself proceedingly in such fool is a silence of wondering, the silence of bemused childlike, curiousity. bemused grace, baffled intelligence, and humble clarity
as the fool i wonder with my lips sealed, my teeth biting my lips to seel them closed and i connect the words of the world with the stones upon the earth as i breathe in with folly upon the baffled witnesses of my own cherished life, for though a fool i shall not perish, for in power hollowed are thine eyes. and i am ever the fool.
bound in sacred silence wondering upon the path of that which finds me to give me the answers to which i, in profound ignorance, find revealed before me in every wake of every step as i step upon the path that leads to many roads that leads to one.