Sometimes, Silence

Sometimes I remain silent in a meditation.

Life becomes cluttered and what I would say perhaps need not be said.

Things are barbed and sharp......exterior and interior forces keeping me bound.

None the less, I bloom. In drought, I still bloom....brightly and full.

And retreat quietly in the twilight to ponder the twists of life,

still rewarded with a lovely vision. 

I wait.

And mull this moment.