Stealthy and Cool

Silent,
I walk through this blur of a life,
Listening to others comment on the inanities,
The frailties, the terrors.
It is a shame that we must come to this,
Complaining about something that we have no control over.

Silent,
I move wordlessly among you,
Feeling less and less need to talk to you,
Feeling less and less desire to hear my own voice.
I know that I still thrive upon yours.

Silent,
I've become invisible in a world of my making,
I don't want to be seen any longer,
But to watch, to wait, to learn, to listen
For that moment when the words of the Universe open up,
And I may hear the Truth that has so long eluded me.

Silent,
I move, with the stealth of a mongoose,
With the eyes of a cobra,
With the ears of a bat,
Laughing inside at how you presume to know me,
Laughing at how well I truly know you.

Silent,
You're only seeing the after-image.
I've already surpassed you and moved on.
I've already left this world for the next one.
I'm already long gone.
You only think that I'm here.

Copyright 2000, Martin Hackett