As Way Opens

This wonderful piece inspired a poem. The poem describes that' a pause' is only a loud moment in my being. Spiritual it may be, the wonderous pause, all it is, is a note in my own melody. But silence, that is all there is, and ever will be. It's this melody of silence that the cosmos sings. Lately, I am glee, knowing I ‘am’ my own doom. Ah, a way I long for - A pause, I hope, A moment, I pray, A breath is all. Doom Doom. What is the noise? I long… All these things they just happen, I experience… Doom—Doom. Aha, so it’s me? I experience? I long, I hope, I wait… While I entertain the chatter, In my experience it stays. I am my own doom. As long as I am - The roars will grow and pause and grow. But they will always be - The search is vain, and in vain. Now I know I never need to wear a frown- I am my own doom. Doom doom I end, A moment I was Now silence is all. Silence can be. Cause silence always was. Lately, I am glee, knowing I ‘am’ my own doom.