What kind of noise does silence make
to find herself heard?
As she wanders.
She won’t interrupt your schedule,
Chase your ego,
or shout herself from the rooftops.
She wont force
She wont make herself known where she isn’t wanted
She doesn’t make a noise
and yet she does, as
She lingers in the voices.
The uncomfortable sound
at the edge of pain.
She accompanies the words
in the gap.
This. Gap.
When the noise subsides
she is there.
She is Awkward at first.
Agitated.
She is unwelcome.
Yet;
She invites the reluctant adventurer
to her.
She waits.
Making a sound only the brave can find.
A noiseless call
Where only the courageous go
Her sound in the gaps of no-thing
When some-thing feels like comfort
Silence, You need Love
Silence, you need to shout louder
Silence, rise to heal
Silence make more noise!
But no, she waits
For those who seek her, will eventually find
And the noise that she needs to make
is to awaken your choice to find her
accept her, treasure and bring yourself
to her accepting unconditional arms
For Silence does make a noise
as wanders
and yet
the prospect of her scares the unready mind
causes ruptures in the soul.
‘I don’t want to go there’ – I said
‘I don’t need you’ – I said
‘Im fine without you’ – I said
‘I’ll survive’ – I said
Ill always bounce – I said
And all of this is true.
And yet I filled every silence possible with layers of noise.
Silence screaming in my head.
Yet, in the pain of every thought
The reality of silence is waiting
To love.
Because thats what she says.
Dare you listen to her voice?
Dare you give her time?
Dare you listen to the gap, and see where she may be found?
And open yourself to be found by her
She will only love you
She will only reveal you…to you
She will only give to you
She will only heal
Accompanying every breath
If you can choose
to hear how she calls for you
Can you hear her, making herself known to you?
She waits, to love you whole
She waits, for your thoughts to subside
She waits, in the midst
For you.
What kind of noise does silence make, for you to find her?
The one that calls you, when you look inside.
James Ballantyne 