Silence, Thought, and Air

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.