The Quiet Of Poetry

(1) I will write a quiet poem to ease the sadness of my heart, or to tease it out of being. But sadness is native to the heart. It shares the percussive rhythm of the blood, so sadness and heart are like siblings, or they are like matching Chinese vases: the heart is the delicately painted pastel container, the sadness is the raw wine we drink from it. (2) Eventually, I will write a poem that needs no words, because a poem is a threshold to Silence. That is its destiny: to become a zephyr wind that softly disperses the sadness of things. And then the poem will flash with light and leap into its proper place, which is its silence, its destiny. (3) P o e t r y There is a voice within each of us which is everyone's voice, there is a hearing within each of us that listens to the beating of a common heart, there is a mind everywhere that spreads its light over all of us.