In monastic life, this "brink" was practically everywhere. "Great Silence" was observed every evening from the end of Compline (final common prayer of the day) until Vigils the next morning (around 4 a.m.). The first word of Saint Benedict's Rule for monks is: "Listen." Not always easy amid all our human distraction and noise... but your poem is a welcome reminder that silence is always and already here, and every "brink" of silence is a place to"listen" and "begin". Reminds me of a plaque next to the monastery guest-chapel entrance that read: "Silence is as deep as Eternity."
In monastic life, this "brink" was practically everywhere. "Great Silence" was observed every evening from the end of Compline (final common prayer of the day) until Vigils the next morning (around 4 a.m.). The first word of Saint Benedict's Rule for monks is: "Listen." Not always easy amid all our human distraction and noise... but your poem is a welcome reminder that silence is always and already here, and every "brink" of silence is a place to"listen" and "begin". Reminds me of a plaque next to the monastery guest-chapel entrance that read: "Silence is as deep as Eternity."
A perfect little poem... every word counts (as they always should)... so pithy, too! Nice work, Amrita!