150: Be quiet/here the softest tear...

Be quiet

here the softest tear

is a roaring waterfall

here the blinking of an eye

is a clap of thunder

here a whisper would be Armageddon

There are no words

when you’ve left your body

so far away

Don’t worry

it doesn’t matter that you’re still sitting inside it

inside and outside have nothing to do with proximity

distance is a con-man

trying to get you to believe

what isn’t true

Watch out for his partners

you can recognize them

by all their trying to be important

Dismiss them and

become the self you see

without mirrors

(reflection is what has been and not what is now)

forget all you know

about who you are

that you might become yourself

Don’t change your clothes and

put on other shoes to go out dancing

dance right now

without all your preparations

You can’t get ready to come here

like you’re going to an interview

this place is everywhere

its door always calling out silently

When you do something totally unexpected

that inspiration was the creator

dancing with you in our ballroom

Quiet all your definitions

all your questions

this place neither has a name I can tell you

nor one you can call it by

take away this paper and ink

the poem that you have left

is half-way to what I’ve been saying

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