"A Raw Silence" (Entry 388)

Some thing's enter this life with a roar. 

A human baby's cry that parents adore. 

First breath of announcement or even anguish. 

New born arrival comes with its own language. 

A New Year enters by fireworks and bells. 

Artificial time's passing with songs, chants and yells. 

Then there's those that enter by way of silence. No sound. 

Like true time shown without whisper by that wrinkle newly found. 

Nor does the spider on its web and it weaves. 

Or death which enters when the last sigh leaves. 

Then do we dare step beyond to see who are the silent that enter?

Like Angels, the unseen, who live at soul's centre. 

The hosts of energy, love is their being. 

They whisper in the quiet - all-knowing, all-seeing.

"Waxed then Waned" (Entry 265)

Plugged these lug holes.
With soften malleable waxed cones
To shut out, not postpone, the sound of the unsilenced.
To jam where no band can slam.
Used beyond its use
To absorb noise and ear's substance.
Body temperature tempted the debris.
Now made of a wax of a different kind.
Disposable disposed,
New items reloaded
To remove the loudest.

"Who's There?" (Entry 47)

A distant crackle in silent air.
New moon's hiding in universal lair.
Tuneless whistle, rhythm changed,
Getting closer, a noise deranged.
A tread on stone in single beat,
that joins the song, now tread of feet.

"Silence Way" (Entry 25)

Some things enter this life with a roar.
A human's baby's cry,
that first breath of announcement in anguish.
A New Year
enters by bells and fireworks,
and yet again,
human's cries at the passing of their own making.
Marking three - six - five gone,
(or three - six - six in four, muddled in time before)
Another arrives in new numerical order.

Then
there are those things that enter
by way of silence.
Such as,
the true passing of time, shown as
a wrinkle
which appears without a whisper.
Or death
which enters when the last sigh leaves.

Most we do not even know they are there,
for they are the others that entered in silence.
The angels, those celestial unseen,
those most powerful slip by without hush,
Hosts of energy sans ego.
They move around us, without triumph horns.
They are with you now.
Do you feel them? Or hear them?
As they go about their silence way.