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(Photo credit:  This poem was inspired by German artist Thorsten Dittrich‘s piece, Sounding.  http://www.thorstendittrich.de)

 

Silence is not the same as peace

Quiet is quite different than calm

Even the lake that reflects

Like a mirror

Our sun falling into

Disarray of night

Is teeming with life

Below its reflection—

Silence is not the same as peace.

 

 

Peace is not an exhale of concurrence

Its breath is not dependent on

Eye-to-eye or

My inhalation of

Your perspective

Aspirating through

Lips softened with contentment

To veil stiffened motivation—

Peace is not an exhale of concurrence.

 

 

Contentment is not the same as stagnation

Harmony between self and circumstance

Blows like avenues of

Wind in the atmosphere

Highways on which

Birds exchange the

Temptation to flap

For the strength to soar—

Contentment is not the same as stagnation.

 

 

A voice once told,

“Silence

like a cancer grows,”

And so

Like a vessel

It holds—

The vessel itself

Neither joyful nor sorry

Only a space we fill.

 

 

Speaking is not the same as expressing

Words rise like smoke

From cigarettes of perception

Burning eyes through

Sluggish haze

Dividing meaning and

Understanding

Interpretations smoldering in between—

Speaking is not the same as expressing.

 

 

Volume does not mold understanding

Between fingers pointing

Like barrels

Shooting

Buried desire to be

Vindicated by the bullseye

Shots fired, ringing

Ringing so loud we all are deafened—

Volume does not mold understanding.

 

 

Distorting Self does not promote unity

Your red and

My blue mix together

Make something new

First swirling in a stew

And then emerging

Purple

Breaks through—

Distorting Self does not promote unity.

 

 

To understand the thing itself—

Whatever thing it be—

We the vessels

Hold the keys

To unlock space

Internally

Making room for honesty

Facing, telling, interlocking

Truth and empathy.

 

copyright Jill Szoo Wilson

 

 

 

 

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