I am and I just am

Let me write to you O’ Lord my silence

I haven’t heard a word inside my head for a long time now

I think I have forgotten my own voice

And even if I do, I lend no thought on how it was

For I am sure, I don’t like it anymore

O’ Lord what a fool I was to utter those words with such haste

How foolish was when I outpoured a zillion poems

And still could never know, that it wasn’t me writing

I intend to write to you O’ Lord my silence

I breathe and that’s how I know I am

I am silent and that’s how I know you are

All the scriptures, religions, thinkers and saints have fumed away you see

I know no past no future no pain no joy

I am and I just am

Silence O’ Lord is my continuous prayer and a smile – an instant reward

I smile and thus I know I am

And thus I know you are

I wish to write to you O’ Lord my silence - The golden truth

But alas! I know no words, no art and have no skill

I know no audience I know no identity

I just am

And you are

Here my Lord, I present to you my silent soul like a fresh rose petal in your feet

I present you what I am

I wish to write my silence O’ Lord