Silence Is Golden

Silence Is Golden

Have you ever suffered from hearing dem voices?

Incessant chatter, instead of rejoices?

What if you never heard anyone speak?

How would you know anything else but mystique?

Everyone's got their own special version,

the only way out is through total immersion.

Until we can look at the root of the cause,

then we're best off to put the whole business on pause.

Layers upon layers keeping us dry & dull,

like a conveyor belt, or a gun in our skull.

Now imagine a culture where words aren't the norm,

where the sounds of the birds are the sounds to which we're born.

Imagine if every sound was like music,

melodies profound, & beauty like tulips.

We all know the issue if we've tried meditation,

out of our brain tissue is this darn irritation.

Let's be realistic & break it down to it's core,

language is conditioned, & without it we're raw.

& perhaps if we thought in pictures not words,

we'd walk more than talk, & we'd fly like a bird.

Innocence like a puppy, eyes like babies, no fears,

uninterrupted music played in your ears.

No talking, no nonsense, spot on communication,

perfecto conscience, no verbalisation.

'Ts like we don't know our thoughts, have to play them out verbal,

cheap idle talk, making your stomach curdle.

If only for a day, or even for a blink,

where there's a word, there's no way, to let your crown chakra drink...

...the sacred elixir from the cosmos, the skies,

that place of all knowing, innate wisdom, so wise.

You'd think with these words, we'd have it all sorted,

but strangely, absurdly, we're all telling porkies.

Round about six odd hundred and nine,

with all of these complex languages, we should shine.

But no, there is war, & mass poverty, greed,

environmental destruction, too many mouths here to feed.

Muchos palabras, no hacer la paz,

way too much blabber like our head's down the lav.

Missing the mystique, our throats somewhat swollen,

silence is sweet, la silencio is golden.