Shewrites

Yves Bonnefoy, tr. by Anthony Rudolf, from The Selected Poems; “The Ravine,”

— Unknown

The world teaches us to look outward. To search for answers in noise, in crowds, in endless opinions. Yet the deepest truths rarely shout. They wait in silence. A lake cannot reflect the moon while its waters are disturbed. And a mind cannot see clearly while it is constantly chasing. So sometimes, closing your eyes is not an escape from reality— it is a return to it. For when sight disappears, you begin to notice what vision missed. When noise fades, you hear the voice beneath the chaos. And when loneliness arrives, you discover whether your soul can keep itself company. Many fear emptiness. But emptiness is not always a void. Sometimes it is a doorway. A space where distractions die, where illusions lose their power, and where you finally meet yourself without the masks. The wise do not run from silence. They sit beside it. For they know that some lessons cannot be seen with the eyes, heard with the ears, or explained with words. They can only be understood in the quiet places within. 🖤