Silence Part 3: The Weight of Pure MoonlightA Poem by Marie AnzaloneIn every world spirituality, the path to confront one’s own God, one’s own soul, one’s own calling- that path is a rich tonal tapestry whose warp and weft are woven of silence and contemplation.
We travel and move, not to change our location so much as to re-enter the spaces between threads. She thought she could leave behind an old way of being, the disillusion of the first world, the sense of abandonment.
But we always build new castles’ foundations with the stones we carry between continents. Entire oceans can fit between memories, our understanding only reaches as deep as the person to our left.
She contemplates the ways in which her lover uses silence as a weapon, setting the table with barbed wire and glass topped walls between seats and plates, filling wine glasses with distilled indifference. He cannot comprehend her stillness, her need. He never wanted to meet her God.
It has never been easy to navigate any world with a map made in a different one. Like a moth, she draws ever nearer to the flame of the ones who use a comfortable silence as a bridge; who place pebbles of stillness in her open hand, like so many emeralds excavated from so many subterranean chambers.
Once upon a time, she filled her suitcase with 1000 such treasures, each carrying the weight of importance tied to the ground. When she flew a kite into the sun, everything melted- only the weight of pure moonlight remained, flowing into silent places in her heart like liquid silver, mending the cracks in 1000 broken dreams. 1000 ways to fill a life with the word of God. © 2017 Marie AnzaloneAuthor's Note
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Added on June 15, 2017 Last Updated on June 15, 2017 AuthorMarie AnzaloneXecaracoj, Quetzaltenango, GuatemalaAboutBilingual (English and Spanish) poet, essayist, novelist, grant writer, editor, and technical writer working in Central America. "A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to ta.. more..Writing
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