Silence has existed for millions of years Or more it’s a matter of what has not existed Since for such a long time there have not been any sounds It’s hard to remember that everything stated Should be infinitely removed Thoughts should condense into water or evaporate in air The interplay of concepts glimpsed in nature’s mirror Thinkers still trace their mandala in the sand The wind erases, which natural as breathing Is allowed, rest and remnant, byproduct of life. Then there was never silence Or there was and there was not: Beneath the sands are many bones Breaking into grains of air.