How I craved silence; how I loved the deafening silence of mountaintop, ocean depth, uninhabited desert.
It was a fix for my mercurial mind,
a de-frag for the neocortex.
In the suchness of this Life, another Silence is now present.
It has nothing to do with noise
Abiding in, from, – no – as that silence
is living in a boundless space
where noise and no-noise meet no resistance.