Silence is good.
She embraces and guides me
Along a shore whose sand crunches
In muted whisper beneath my feet.
I gaze to my right and observe Pacific
Breakers roil and tear with ferocity into the
Smooth expanse of glass that stretches toward
My infinity.
Quiet.
Soundless, these noisy visions appear as thunder
To my eyes.
Offshore fog undulates precipitously in my direction,
Wishing to join in my audience with her sister waves.
I do not listen so do not hear.
To see is, of itself, sufficient.
My ears I have stopped; inner churning has forever ceased.
Vision alone will guide me in the direction of an unknown
That I no longer fear.
Silence. I have chosen her ...
She heals me.
