Tolerating Self

Sometimes my thoughts
put me to shame.
Tolerating myself is the toughest task.
I stay…
for hours,
for days.
Something holds my reaction.
Only a silent practice remains.
Suddenly, it evaporates,
as if it were never part of me.

Poem

Everyone touches silence; the challenge is to stay,
to hold it gently, not drift away.
Who says it is easy,
when restlessness fills the mind?
It asks for nothing,
yet slips away.
Silence is to be spent,
or guarded like a flame?
No answer comes.
When not disturbed,
it begins to glow.
Without a word,
everything
is already known.