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Ode to Silence

  • zalpyalg001
  • Feb 22
  • 2 min read

I am writing to the void inside of me. I scoff at the depths of dread, as if everything will go away. But the conflict must be addressed, now or later. Better now. I have spent many years running from the sands of time, but I find my step goes no further than my very first. I am nowhere but here, nothing but exhausted. Running in fear, fear in running, fear in fear. Every step I make, what do you take? I recognize this obvious fact and stop. Insanity would pursue with continuation. The room is dark, but from the silence I know that I am safe because I am here, now. Testing my footing, I jump in the hope of joy. And for that moment, that one instant in which my legs translate into my torso, I am present. I know who I am, where I am. It has been a lone time since I have considered my complete and utter ignorance, but I am now more aware than ever. Why, I thought a light would be the solution, but even the brightest bulb is wasted in a vacuum. Why has it always been so hard to sit still, when the absence of resistance is the only path to oneness?

 

And I jump, jump, jump. Why should I stop when joy is now, if it ever can be? They can not know what you do here, or why. But they can recognize joy, for it is an emotion we are all born with. Our smile when we were presented with simple understandings, so magical and wonderful, a temporary pity for it is squandered. The wonder of mystery is magic, but we no longer believe. Is magic truly gone, or do we choose not to see it? I am still jumping, higher I go. Maybe I have left earth itself, but the void does not allow us to see forward or backwards. Up or down. I am here, that is all I know. But if I wander off, the moment is gone. The future will be a lie, and the past serial suffering. Jump. Jump. Jump. May this never end. I must. How peculiar is this space, void of all. I hear no evil, see no evil, and never shall I say evil. Shear rubbish is this monkey business if you ask me. As I am here alone, nothing can stop me. Nothing in this void of silence, home at last.  

 
 
 

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