There are places
inside us where words
are useless
spaces where
only silence dwells.
Into these still, dark caverns
seekers tumble
sometimes
meeting unexpected faces
eyes wide
with invitation.
Quiet thrives in this vibrant
cave of feeling
where atrophied nouns
lay lifeless
& verbs dance
in mute celebration
translating
all that cannot be spoken.
What happens in
this language-less land
mortal hearts cannot
decode.
Consonants morph
into touch and taste
vowels erupt with emotion
all that had been forgotten
is retrieved
restored
to original grace
the beginning of
all life
all wisdom
all love
Read Meet Mago Contributor Mary Saracino.
Mary this is an exquisite poem – thank you so much!