Before the Silence
It was then
That I got so close
To the silence
In the moment when
Everything
Was taken away from me
And it was unlike
Anything
I had expected
For rather than feeling
Bereft
I tasted
The freedom
Of not wanting
Of not waiting
For something
To be different
Than it is right now
The sweet arpeggios
Of love
Rippled through my body
While the world became
My accompaniment
Like a finely tuned orchestra
The idea
That I was incomplete
Was just a belief
Fabricated
To make me grasp
At all manner of things
To prevent
The fear of loss
And ensuing heartache
But this time instead
I mustered the courage
To let all of it go
And upon doing so
I noticed
That the only thing
We ever really let go of
Is the self
We imagine ourselves to be
So after adjusting
My vision
Just a bit
I found myself just being
Without a hint
Of expectation
Knowing
That if I ceased
Holding on
Then maybe
I would be moved by
Life
And if I were
To let myself
Be so empty
Then maybe
The Goddess herself
Would sing through me
Even if only for a moment
Before returning home
To her peaceful source
Like the last lingering notes
Of music
Before tapering off
Into the silence