Silence Sings Poem by Suzanne Hayasaki

Silence is the true vernacular of love.
Passion rings in the spaces between the words.
Compassion expands in the snatches between the sounds.
Souls know they need no rhymes to send a love poem floating to a mate.
They create a symphony of unheard but deeply felt harmonies.
In vibrations too deep, too subtle to be understood as sound.

I hear you, but not with my ears.
I see you, but not with my eyes.
I feel you, but not with my fingertips,
Nimble as they are with eons of weaving and unraveling the tapestry of time.
I know you.
I always have.
Your soul sends a code pulsing through the Mystic that only I can decipher.

I hear your SOS.
I know you believe yourself to be stranded on a desert island.

Have no fear.
I am your oasis.
Dig deep into the center of your innermost being and you will release me.
I will bubble up from within you.
You will thirst no longer.

Slake your thirst from me.
Then look around you with new eyes.
You have never been alone.
The sun shines down with fatherly love for you.
The moon tucks you in at night.
The stars sing you a lullaby.
The twittering of Island finches welcomes you to a new day.
And you awake, surrounded by life and love.

You are never alone.
Least of all when there are no fellow men to distract you.

This time on the island was not a banishment.
It was a retreat.
A respite.
A release.

From all the obstacles holding you back from your true self.
Now that you have found me,
Dig deeper and you will find yourself.
Dig even deeper and you will find All.

Once you have tunneled to the truth, journey back to the Island of Man.
Swim if you have to!
The dolphins will guide you, protect you, carry you the last few miles if need be.
Then sing out to all of the Silent Song of Salvation.
The tune will carry beyond the stars,
So strong is the vibration,
So pure is the source.

Then all will join together in the dance toward oneness.