The scroll is already written
in blankness.
Every crease is a syllable withheld.
Do not search for ink—
the silence itself
is the script.
What you unroll
is not revelation
but the weight of what resists speech.
The scroll keeps its covenant
with the unsaid,
binding absence into form.
To read it
is to listen
to pauses between words.
.
It's always good when a
It's always good when a reading has caught the paradox.
The poem points us toward silence as meaning,
but it takes words to open that door.
That tension where needing language to notice
what lies beyond language bounces off Zen and Buddhist thought.
Your reflection shows the poem did its work: it made the silence audible.
What you said about needing words to hear the silence captures the paradox beautifully.
That’s exactly the space I hoped the poem would open up.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
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the silence itself is the script
the silence itself is the script...
Buddhist?
Thanks for helping me hear the silence. The funny thing is ... had you not said, or rather written the words, would I have still heard it?
Peace