The Calls of Silence
The calls of silence
Pressing back through the wind
They call to all
Their only voice
Not still ... un-defiant
The calls of silence
All too oft left unanswered
I want to be still
No mind voice
Stilled ... compliant
The calls of silence
Echo in us ... forever
They defy never
And the only choice
Forever ... reliant
Are the calls of silence
Our forever companion
When we hold nothing
We grasp everything
And that the answers
Were hidden in the call.
This poem was taken from the essay Intuitive Indulgences
Artwork by James F. Beveridge
© 2011 Allan Beveridge