Words
interrupt the
sacred Silence
naming the particles
appearing before us..
creating a world
out there..

Before
the interruptions
Silence
formed and colored
itself from
within itself
never departing
from its glowing
seamlessness..

Thus
we see
words as engines
of creation..
creating the illusion
of the dream world
we all know..
a dream unending
until..on a sunny morn
we awaken...!