Within verdant stillness, it breathes—
exhalation of peace in stone.
Silence carves itself into serenity,
each line straightens to temporality.
Eyes half-closed to all becoming,
he sees what cannot be unlearned:
the world forever shaping itself
around folded edges of release.
Here, calm is not absence but depth—
a translucence of unknowing,
where even the smallest fracture
radiates with acceptance.
For in this eternity of cut jade,
time bows low before itself,
sees its reflection as pure verity
cut from an impurity of impermanence.
The jade Buddha sits in silence. “Silence carves itself into serenity,”
This is going to be one of my favorites that you have written.
Beautifully penned, S. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Libellule, only a poet as gifted as you can take a jade carving and make it into a journey into the heart of timelessness itself. There is truth here that lives and breathes in the air of your poet’s soul.
John