Those brief spaces of quiet that exist
between the gentle rustle of leaves
The silence that methodically recurs
between the drip-drip of dripping water
The dark stillness that grips a pitch-black night
descending nonchalantly on souls fast asleep
The quiet that marks the culmination of
a temple bell’s prolonged intense drone
These spells of silence, these brief pauses
punctuating the endless monotony of chaos
It’s this comforting quiet I seek
This enticing silence I seek
Ah, but how easily this stillness eludes me
Like the legendary love of the fairy tales
Like the dew that seems to have found its place
but slides off a leaf in a most unexpected moment