Silence is silent.
Except it is not,
just ask John Cage.
He’ll look at you
for four minutes
and 33 seconds.
In Vermont
I met a man
from Boston.
He could not sleep;
the forest was loud
compared to the city.
In zen, the goal
is to still the mind
into silence:
to be aware
to such an extent
to become extant.
In an anechoic
chamber, one hears
one’s bones,
and the thrum
of one’s blood
beneath the skin.
(November 14, 2025)
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