Saturday, 26 November 2016

silvine, 26th November 2016

silence is most underrated...... I wish I some would practise it more, especially those who go on and on and on and talk as though if they don't they'll die....... it's tiring...... makes my head ache, my jaw judder, my skin scrape...... it would be good to have friends you could just sit silent with, no intention or plan to say a thing, just be there and not think it's weird or uncomfortable.... and then if and when simply leave until next time with a simple look, half smile, nod........ I find the last dying sliver of a waning moon far more compelling than a full moon, or even a supermoon....... that last silver crescent barely hanging on the left underside of this lump of rock that manages despite its mass and weight to stay up there, weightless, floating, defying the notion that heavy things fall down.... though perhaps it is falling... just very, very slowly... in its own time and not ours.... the moon doesn't tick to the same clocks we do....... rendering the ashen remains almost transparent as though seeing through into the space around it into forever.......... if I was to give the moon a name it would be Silvine........... particularly this phase...... the moon knows how to be silent, keep its counsel, not interrupt, just be... and it does it so effortlessly.......... it's easy to share silence with the moon whereas with chatterboxes you try to extricate that silence from the end of a sentence when lack of oxygen forces them to stop, even if it's just momentary, a momentary lapse of noise lapsing into... silence............ and.. breathe..................

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