Silence is in love with language
Silence is in love with language; they meet and …... well, you know how it goes. Soon enough the child – poetry. Poetry is born from a pregnancy of silence.
I am not just talking about that languaging of paper and pen, keyboard and cyber space, mouth and ear. I am talking about that expressiveness birthing from divine mystery – the quatrain called Being.
If you looked inside poetry’s mouth you would find uncountable syllables, letters, words, worlds floating in bright expanse; a brightness whose mysterium tremendum silences verbiage and intiates the language of wonderment…….. This world,
with its mytho-poetics of mountains, flood plains, tidal pools, dry deserts,
deep jungles, oceans and stars, beings abides within the wonderment's imaginings - a poetry of dark unlearning, undoing, unknowing - of thingness.
Poetry swims in the ocean of meanings become appearings – this world, this life, this conversation. You are the syntax, verb, subject, preposition of a luminous mystery. You are the hand, paper, writer and reader of a poetry born from the pregnancy of silence.