It

starts and ends at the same moment,
always as near as it is far,
touchable as it is untouchable.

Is

peace an imaginary substance only seen
and never heard? Perhaps we shout too loud
and hear only ourselves.

Best

we keep an invisible presence
and sense the echoes from the coming moon.
Only when we are not listening, can it be heard.

To

hear the splash of your reflection as you
look into deep water.
Watch a candle flame as it sways,
be aware that nothing moves without sound.

Be

conscious of a breeze that isn’t there,
the hush of a bird
who has finished his song.

Calm

your mind and listen beyond
what you cannot hear.
There is no silence without sound.

Rowland Hughes ©