In Silence


There is a meaning beyond words.
You hear it in songs sometimes
and if you are lucky, in poems,
and luckier yet, in silence.
And it’s perfect.
I hear it when Rumi speaks
and when he sings
and when he dances.
But I also hear it when he is quiet.
And it’s perfect.

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