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Taal: silence breaking free
By Virginia Jasmin Pasalo
TAAL has always attracted me for its naked truth, the duality of its existence, its serenity and turbulence, its darkness and light. To experience Taal is to experience a deeper self, a self that connects to our primal existence, a bigger reality we can comprehend only so much. Below are three poems, insights to powerful encounters, composed in three different years: Taal (2014), The Silence of the Morning (2015) and Ashfall (2020).
Ashfall
without warning,
it fell
aftermath of a deep-seated anger
escaping to freedom to cloud
the altered, opaque vision
of mortals, embedding itself
into the pores of skin,
blown into passageways
unable to filter the bad, the ugly
easily coasting through
the tiniest openings
settling inconspicuously,
surreptitiously,
with each breath,
a particle of dissent
a fallout from within.
The silence of the morning
The silence of
dawn shouts
and the sound of stillness slits open
the secrets of the heart
without a knife
without the magic of words
This secret bares
its nakedness
in the silence of stars
a nudity of simple truths
owned, and denied
It speaks louder
as the silence grows.
It shouts louder as silence grows.
It is growing in the stillness of the morning.
Like a bud,
opening to greet the day.
Like a thought, taking shape.
Like a sin, about to happen.
A prisoner, breaking free.
Taal
in the silence, a heartbeat
in the mist, a sweet breath
in the clouds, an instinct
to dive
and be sucked
by the fire
of your lake
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