In Silence

In my mind's wanderings just now I was
thinking about silence.

In silence, there can be desperation,
as in a "silent scream."

In silence, there can be peace,
as in a "silent night."

In silence, there can be a somber note,
as in "let us have a moment of silence..."

There are probably others.
Life is rarely ever simply defined.

We want it to be;
but it is not.

Then again.  As I think about it,
each moment of life has a level of
simplicity defined by the parameters
of the focus that we choose to give it.

So maybe it is simple.
But no one said it was easy.

Or is it?

Welcome to the maze of my mind.