I let my mouth carry sound.
The sound comes from nothing,
an empty echo for the comfort of myself and others.
The act creates loss within.
Why is not silence honoured?
Why can we not be in another’s presence and wait?
Wait for the words to be primed by reflection –
to spill forth and overflow from the heart.
Give our heart-thoughts voice.
Voice to feed, fill and overflow – to overflow
into the life of another, the fullness of which imploring action.
connection is prostituted to save face; the opinion
of the perceived other too great to gamble.
So we sit
engage in interesting conversation, letting our mouths carry sound –
competing in being informed, competing for knowledge; knowledge by rote –
society perceiving this transaction as intelligent.
We become a cog, transferring external motion to engage with another,
unconsciously devaluing internal discoveries –
the cost of which is life-altering.
the heart cries out – only to comprehend an empty echo.
The heart manifests itself in a foreign land, expecting to be recognised –
but it is not.
and wears the armour of pain.
But alas, western culture recognises pain, and will treat it like a trespasser,
coming forth with an anti-aid –
This pain is not a tolerated tourist, it is not welcome to explore this foreign land –
tourist guides are certainly not available on the front line!
we are presented with a choice.
Do we accept passive aid, huddled and relieved, shying away from the murky waters below?
Do we continue to prostitute in hope of pseudo connection?
do we stand in the depths of who we are, while we are –
allowing the overflow to seep into the recesses, showing us?
If I choose to stand in my own depths, perhaps then when I speak,
I won’t sound an empty echo.
Instead my sound will resonate within myself; within another,
and their sound within me.