silent silence

here again,
waking to a new day.
the weight of my body,
the taste of my mouth.
a new morning.
aware i am never alone.

wondering how to get to the place of silent silence,
where my mind becomes my breath.

i sweep webs from the corners of the room.

from my heart the strings 

are impossible to reach--intricate silver threads holding small morsels, 

caught and wrapped, too high to sweep away. 

too sacred to destroy. 

the things held here are ancient, they remind me of my pasts. 

some of the tangles are just this.

a home for that thought. that feeling. 

that other heart that touched mine. 

some things i understand,
some things i never will.