silence / breath

in a silent moment
with a single breath
you can find any answer
you seek

some call it prayer
a divine conversation
with an all powerful being
call it what you like

i think back to all the decisions
i made in the rush of a moment
with loud voices banging on
unrestrained

i can be impulsive and prone 
to swaying wants that change beats
based on inconstant contexts
i sometimes forget to breathe

i know with that kind of 
ancestral wisdom we earth-dwellers share
that i have the power to slow time
with my breath

i forget, we all forget
and this age being what it is
so digital and transient, so fast and urgent
we press send on messages we don't mean 
before even realizing what it will mean to say the thing we never
meant to say

we wind up anxious
a swelling terror that tweets at us in
the dark of night and under dashboards in the
oncoming lights--we prescribe it stillness by way of pills
that may or may not ever tame us in the way
we seek between our transactional thrills

we think we need to be seen
and then regret to be caught in sights
we think we need to speak
to fill the silence of our thoughts and discomfort
but

it's all just a decadent masqarade
distracting from the inner avalanche of life's 
benevolent and grotesque lessons that cannot be stopped
from pushing up through the soil of your consciousness

you will hear from Her, from Him
from Mother Divine or Father God
or Spirit Self
call it what you will

you will not escape the message

there is terror here, yes
inescapable
but with breath in silence
breathe
breathe through it

on the other side...

you know this