Silence is Only Silence

              Silence is Only Silence

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The moon has never made a pond grow dark

Or deep, or punched a hole in it, nor made

A poem underneath the wet, or shark

To lunge.  If holiness turns life to shade

There’s something wrong.  Zen Masters hold their lips

In silence when it comes to sex.  They think,

It seems, that movement and the shape of hips

Are not worth mentioning as if a stink

Would rise in poetry and mind if love

Of sweat and passion entered through their thought.

The Masters have to hold their views above

The nastiness of sex’s juggernaut.

  Yet men remain as men if silence shades

    The heart.  The sight of nipples never fades.

~ Phillip Whidden

by phillipw | Sep 29, 2024 | Uncategorized | 0 comments