Evolution of love

SILENCE

The waves of mind

demand so much of Silence.

But She does not talk back

does not give answers nor arguments.

She is the hidden author of every thought every feeling

every moment.

Silence.

She speaks only one word.

And that word is this very existence.

No name you give Her touches Her

captures Her.

No understanding

can embrace Her.

Mind throws itself at Silence

demanding to be let in.

But no mind can enter into

Her radiant darkness

Her pure and smiling

nothingness.

The mind hurls itself

into sacred questions.

But Silence remains

unmoved by the tantrums.

She asks only for nothing.

Nothing.

But you won't give it to Her

because it is the last coin

in your pocket.

And you would rather

give her your demands

than your sacred and empty hands.