Poetry: I loved you in silence, from silence

Deep within the silence of ourselves, a part of us is always loving us as noiselessly silently as it can.

I loved you from my loving silence.

And yet who was I in you, to be you?

I was ignored again, today by you.

Stored, stashed away, not yet to be.

Absolute silence is dead, not freed.

I am trying to free you, to be me.

I love you silently, unheard by you.

I am you, your soul indeed, I plead.

Everything in life, loves in silence.

Continual noise, awakens me not.

I loved you silently, so loudly alive.

You shoved me aside, left untried.

I loved you in silence, never violent.

You never knew who you could be.

I still love you now, if you'll let me,

projecting my projection in silence.

Love never becomes true silence,

unless you cut off its ears in kind.

Live from God's love never blinded,

and find a new silence is now freed.

The silence of silence, lingers sadly.

The emptiness of truth never arrives.

The fullness of love ever blooms.

Silence is always such silence, alive.

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