After the last guest leaves, the present is opened

It isn’t packed with memories, they’re broken

The emptiness is whole and full

Unlike the past which is a handful

There is no voice louder than silence

It is heard on the mainland, not on the mind’s island

Listened to by only one congregant

Who has forsaken this living monument

That’s without pillars, floors or walls

Where the indomitable ego never falls

Why be host to any guest?

Whose antecedent no one can attest

Do not bemoan the silence

It’s a lifeline, to greater balance

When the world is no longer a competing host

The mind, its guests, flee the raising of silence’s toast