Roxanne NoorNov 5, 20231 min readBlankUpdated: Apr 5When life feels too significantToo large and too evidentSilence is the primary audience A pause between words orThe lack of wordsTightly hung between lips The Upanishads written by nobodyThe constitution with no author The bible by anonymousThe space called sourceA sublime and sacred seaOf scattered offeringsWhere every hand that reaches below the surfacePulls out something different Reel in the rainbow trout’s songSummon the siren’s mystic storyCup the poetry of waterIt’s everywhere, it’s everywhere.
When life feels too significantToo large and too evidentSilence is the primary audience A pause between words orThe lack of wordsTightly hung between lips The Upanishads written by nobodyThe constitution with no author The bible by anonymousThe space called sourceA sublime and sacred seaOf scattered offeringsWhere every hand that reaches below the surfacePulls out something different Reel in the rainbow trout’s songSummon the siren’s mystic storyCup the poetry of waterIt’s everywhere, it’s everywhere.
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