I would unlearn
this wielding of words,
tutor my tongue
in the strength of silence
and put aside my pen,
unconscious of my content.
This tumbling turmoil of thought
that treads its topsy turvy trail
is traitor to tranquility.
Silence
is not a sleeping
but a sweeping away
of sophistry,
a sensing
of the sanctity
of separate souls
in the unseparate whole.
This is the language I would learn,
the speaking of silence.
(1989)