A Potent Weapon

Another good one Max

Just the opposite of words!

This is the first time I've ever seen someone use the word 'djinn'!
Interesting...

Bravo! (clapping silently)

I like this "Silence is a full-stop stretched to eternity."



In our marriage, silence is a more telling argument than loud screaming. It works better, too. :-)

Good article

WOW!

wow, powerful Max. Funny how something so potentially good can be so misued. Brilliant shown here in your fine poem.

I wish i could make a painting of this poem!

Great Max!

Hey there all you kind souls, thanks a lot.
Ed, your comments are usually priceless and along with Juniper my most faithful
follower here, both of you make me think in a new direction with each potent comment.

Cheerz!

An acutely inventive and observant poem, Max, that speaks to the monkey mind and the donkey beast (nafs) in all of us, where silence becomes that tabula rasa for the mind's unfiltered content, which shocks and surprises one as the defilements arise that one didn't even know one had (rude awakenings during some of my longer meditation sessions lately.)
What I most enjoyed in this poem that craftily uses the deliberate Sufi 'scattershot' method of delivering extreme examples that trigger mind blooms of explosive associations is the authority in each statement: The voice is so invested in each extravagant image, we cannot help ourselves from reading the individual sentences over and over, because the image is now grafted on our access consciousness while our phenomenology of depth seeks explanation.
Brilliant as always.
The last spellbinding phrase--"Silence is a full-stop stretched to eternity--" I am going to use as my contemplative text this morning, before I go in for my CAT scan. I take it as a resounding YES! I know it will calm my nerves; I find so much peace in it.

Silence is an ocean, and our voices are like frozen cubes of chatter dropped into it finally--or were they ever apart from the Source at all?

Hey John!
This comment of yours is lovely birthday gift (27th is the day) for me...
I fervently pray your CAT scan comes out better, for friends here have been alerted to your condition and prayers have started.
As usual I have spied nuclei in your comment that could branch out into massively heavy poems later... your last two lines in this comment held me mesmerized for some minutes -you do possess this uncanny ability to spur voices on. Though your query is vastly profound, I can hazard a guess -yes, the frozen cubes of chatter are a part of the Source as much as steam or ice remains water in chemistry. It's all a matter of transformation, metamorphosis and perception. Did you ever wonder the whole universe/s may just be an interplay of energy to mass to energy re-conversion... like black-holes connected to white-holes that spew out matter into the neighbouring universe/s?
Keep meditating -nothing better than that. You are evolving like a butterfly from a cocoon and it can be excruciating, the whole process.
Cheerz!

wow this is amazing.

Dear Max

Sorry for thhe long silence. I guess your poetry did break my silence. I was away in the Kumaon Himalayas amidst lush verdant valleys, the snow capped peaks , the crisp air. and now getting used to the so called Civilised Metro life of Mumbai.

However, Reading your poetry, especially the last line of the poem literally shifted the ground beneath my feet. Incredible, No words to express my feeling. I felt choked as if the words had vanished or the silence had vanquished the words in my mouth.

Very moving and so true

hey thanks all, especially Vicky and Nimesh.
Touched, moved and affected!

cheerz!

You have described it very well. Happy Birthday Max.
Take care, and thanks.

Very well put max.....! Kudos..!

{rendered speechless} I wish I could give you a hug for such a beautifully mastered poem. Thank you.

Thanks for sharing, Max. I fear no impalement, since silence is not my custom. I have impaled a few by not being silent. Rest assured this soldier is well armed with action verbs.

Happy birthday, Max. I do not know how this powerful poem fits the occasion. I agree that silence is often a painfully potent weapon. But there are so many poignant questions in life, the answers to which best be relegated to the realm of silence.

Silence is Compassion. i feel you left that one out. Very strong reading Mushtaquebhai.How many more feathers to be added to your already bright plumage??!!

Hi Simeen, a warm hug of welcome to you... am thrilled to see you here, joining us and commenting on my poem... in a way I do resemble a peacock so feathers sprout themselves naturally. Yes, I did leave out compassion, but then my speciality is short verse -if I had to cover the thousand hues and interpretations of silence, I would need to write an epic poem spilling over to a thousand pages. This is just an appetizer, in a way. More to come soon... do take a look at my earlier poems on show here. Lets see exciting images of your exquisite glass paintings, Simeen?
Cheerz!

Very nice!

Every line is a revelatory meditation and I smile at how well you fill silence with imagery and provocative perspective. Silence is never lonely when you are around. Nice poem, Max!And I believe I have now counted 3,789,450,5673,098,456 hues so far to update your count (smiles).