
Anechoic Chamber, National Archives and Records Administration, Photo by John Marton, 1975, Wikimedia Commons
Stealthily stumbling upon stillness in the depth of All,
I wonder whether this is mere absence of sound or the Voice of God.
Lack of emotion or purest, hidden, divine Love; is that an emotion?
Evasion, moment emptied of unwelcome noise, or Ensoulment of Being via Consciousness?
Neurological pause button or Neo-Nirvana-ish step inward and forward?
Cacophony suppressed or Creative,Unused, Unknown link to Unexplored Worlds?
Ecstacy is a "stepping out," an "EK-STASIS" --is it heralded (and enabled) by Silence?
About the Creator
Paul A. Merkley
Mental traveller. Idealist. Try to be low-key but sometimes hothead. Curious George. "Ardent desire is the squire of the heart." Love Tolkien, Cinephile. Awards ASCAP, Royal Society. Music as Brain Fitness: www.musicandmemoryjunction.com



Comments (4)
It's a wonderful poem. Great👌
I love your acrostic poem. Well done.
How nice that is. You bounded us to that reading.
Kurt Vonnegut referred to interviews of World War I veterans in which they were asked to remember their impressions the moment the war ended. They said there was a silence, and it was like the voice of God.