Silence by Anna Ashmore

with 

no ideas,

no words

no thoughts,

there is just 

silence.

Pristine 

spacious

translucent.

primal.

To try and find it

with a tool,

such as a 

thought 

or a word is

like eating soup

with a fork. 

There’s nothing 

to mess up,

the silence 

is always here.

Nothing matters. 

So simple,

so outrageous, 

so delicious.