Silent Wind

Silence without name

silence speaks the wind

Unasked questions answered

Forgotten languages and peoples

dead turn to dust 

endless eons

Native teachers hold sacred medicine

Tears are in their eyes

spirit coopted by profit

Unbridled vines 

Poison 

choke the sacred

holy fire burns bright

Questions answered in the fire

ancient ones must pass

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

The young cry in horror, "stop."

sacred earth decimation

Children's voices not heard.

What will they inherit?

You who rape and defile the sacred

Your wealth and power.

It fades away. 

Look beyond your grave.

Beyond death, you fall lower

After eons of eternal life, you realize at your death what you did for wealth, power, and fame will exhaust itself in seven days

You begin to smell bad. The people you thought friends now recoil at you.

As your end approaches, you are alone, filled with terror.

You see your actions lead to lower realms, and in horror you die terrified, silently screaming.

I believe these words contain "truth."

Realms from God to Hell.

We experience within our being. 

The realms manifest in various forms.

I do not wish to scare you.

I must be honest.

I know little but share

We need to listen to silence

Still ourselves from within

Divine wind blows silent voices

Melodiously guiding beings to higher realms

silent I have no questions

stillness answers 

Spontaneously

green shoots of life emerge

A lotus arises from mud

liberated beauty unfolds

Naturally from within

May I abide in silence

may this earth

All suffering beings

No one excluded

Be liberated  

In winds of divine

Hearing silence

AH AH AH

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David Penn Trinley Arndt, February 7, 2020