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The sounds of silence
by Tam Lac Tran Quy
Anh
In a calm state I listen to whispers
That never come and never leave
From a valid nowhere pending
It arrives to call me home
Upon assuming they were bells
Calling from a distant existence
Or maybe of the skies and seas
In its vast realm of ringing bells
Constantly at me ears tonight
Never making noise, belonging nowhere
I see somehow in this unknown silence
The sound of a soundless noise
The singing of the air, the face of space
And although it calls me with a human sense
It leaves no trace of form and emptiness
Is this the silence of the loud mind?
Or the clutter of the soundless self?
* A Buddhist Zen poem by Jessica Tran 11/08/05
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