"Existential Poem"
by G.E. Nordell

The voices in my head
Were never my friend
The voices in my head
Gave bad advice
The voices in my head
Often tried to gang up on me

But Self prevailed
Those voices now a distant hum
And Self reveals
That which exists
Self merely entails
Accessing the Silence

I hear a dirt-cycle in the distance
No matter
I hear an airplane overhead
No matter
Gurgle, gurgle in my tummy
Doesn't matter

Seeing renders creative act
Silence gives you what you need
Speaking seeds the past with Now
Silence gives you what you need
Thinking opens new dimensions
Silence gives you what you need

Life abounds within the Silence
Clock a-tick defines the Time
Now is all there is – in Silence
Now is all there is – in Time



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