writings43: The Quiet Room

This poem was recently published by 'The Stare's Nest' - poems for a hopeful world

http://thestaresnest.com/2015/04/04/richard-biddle-the-quiet-room/

The Quiet Room

Open the door as you would take a breath before

whispering seductively in a lover's ear. Let it shush

shut, calmly as an eye closing into sleep, and step

in onto a carpet of thistledown, fleece and feathers;

let it absorb the echo of your footfall . Quicker than

thinking, light and temperature switch to match your

mood. Nestle into its telepathic bosom and let this

chamber furnish you with a seat. As you sit, notice

your tongue numbing, surrender to this paralysis;

speech is unnecessary. Study silence. Memories

may come, ignore them, they are falsehoods.

They will fade. If you are captivated by the imagined,

concentrate on what is real. Let your body breathe the

atmosphere of now. Be stilled. Look up, see the roof

melt into limitless sky. Watch as walls dissolve,

maybe they were never there. Finally, as the floor

disappears, leaving you floating in wordless space, you

are here, aware, experiencing emptiness, freedom.

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