Silent’s Children

Hush now,

Be still and listen

Let usher forth wisdom wrapped in beauties embrace

Sing the songs of symphonic silence and yearn

That we might perceive a fragment and Learn

Within as without, existent in the non, empty as voluminous spaces

Now my child,

She leans in with raised finger;

Plump lips pressed; tween sullen smile

“speak not, listen, learn’ Hear the words of yore”

The woman withdraws

The mother begins again

Mystery is found by those who seek

Within the mystery there exists

A rocky, solitary, mountainous Peak

Where treasures untold persist

We call her Wisdom and the crucible

She burns by night as a beacon

Smoldering like lit incense by day

Gold, twice refined, and diamonds compressed, flawless

Are held within her depths

The mother leans in once more

Her hair falling across her daughters brow

“what comes without a price has no inherent value my child”

“Value is ascribed by yearning fulfilled through suffering”

So the Mother Speaks to the daughter

The younger becoming the older

Wisdom passed in whispered tone

By fires light to LED flares

Wisdom persists