Walking free in the noise,
Harnessing the timeless presence,
There speaks a voice.
Found within and without
It’s march beats on resolutely
Hammering at our consciousness.
Spending time in it’s rapture,
Bewildering and magnificent,
Scares those few seekers.

Homing in on the noise,
Hidden within the pointless
Rugged words devoid of meaning
Resides a way of deepening
Towards an existence.
A path rich and sensuous,
Bewildering and magnificent,
Speaks to the courageous;
Revives those few finders.

Speak of the noiseless:
Wordless in the wordiness
The moments cry out
Discovering a timeless truth
Absent but always present,
There for all of us, free,
Bewildering and magnificent.
Once the silence touches it
Nurtures, for those who know.



David Scanlon – England – (1963 - )

Scanlon. D (2016) The Poet, The Prisoner and The Fool. The Foolish Poet Press, Wilmslow, England. IN A SILENT WAY. Page Number 7.


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