Дејвид Вајт о ступању и иступању из тишине

Џон О'Донохоу за музику каже да је она рођена сестра тишине, док чувени диригент мађарског порекла, Џорџ Соти, пред смрт изјављује како је све више опчињен тишином која почива у сржи музике представљајући њену постојану основу. 

О тајинственом путу ступања и иступања из тишине на најупечатљивији, мени познат, начин говори Дејвид Вајт (2. новембар 1955) у својим двама поемама објављеим у збирци песама Everything is Waiting for You.

SLIGO GLEN:

WALKING INTO SILENCE

Imagine a path before you
and imagine as you walk it
the path worn deeper and deeper
into the ground so that 
as it beckons you further
 into the narrow valley and
under the roof of spreading trees,
 the sides of the path
rear up to hold you
and enclose you and the walls 
of this path are write stone covered
with ivy and lichen and green moss
and that by walking this path
into the enclosed earth
you had entered a pure,
innocent and hidden silence
for which you realize 
amid the noise and tumult 
of your own creation,
you had waited years.

Then you would be
in The Glen, near Sligo Town,
at the edge of the sea
about to cross a threshold
into some life
you had once called your own
and as you walked
into the dark mouth 
of the valley you could marvel
at the utter,exuberant exclusion
of human sound
and at the shelter extended
by its sombre tree shadowed silence
and in the center of those shadows
penumbral to your own body
you could catch sight above
of clear stars even at midday
and feel reflected
inside you, even though
a troubled surface
an equivalent and burning symmetry
waiting to be read.

And then, as if
that text was being spoken
as you walked
and as if you were listening
yourself from the center
of some silent fire,
and as if from nowhere
and as if from some other correspondance
to your journey into the earth
you could hear in that forgotten script
some old necessity
for which you had been
waiting,long years
and it would beagain
as if the sun
had risen for you
from ashes and from greyness
and blessed you
as you went
shaking off the clinging
flakes of darkness
and in you grew
a clear lighted
view over an open landscape,
and it could be dawn again
and the fields new ploughed
and the larks alive in the minted air,
and you could find in that opening
silence that after all
you had not forgotten 
that your memory was true
and that your faith
had been something alive and
therefore deserving of failure,
it was
like everything else in the world
bound to stall and stutter
and go out
to leave you orphaned
and alone in the dark 
so that you would look afresh 
for the original
light of your own parentage.
To find it new again,
like this.

SLIGO GLEN:

WALKING OUT OF SILENCE 

And then, after,

when you'd turned back

by the way you came,

back toward

the mouth of the Glen

you'd entered

noisily just as hour before,

calling to the others

and you reached again,

but this time alone

the invisible line

where

you could mark exactly

when you began to hear

the sounds of the road

and the machines and the blank

cries of everyday commerce,

so that for a moment you could 

retrace that one single step

back into the Glen

and immerse yourself

instantly

in the quiet

source of revelation

you had felt

only a moment before,

as if under water,

as if slipping back

into the river

of silence running between

the tree lined walls

and then you could practice

leaving and 

returning in your own body,

through your own breath,

inward and outward,

descending and

entering and reentering the silence

and shelter of your own

narrow valley of aloneness,

from interiority 

to conversation

and back.

So that you suddenly realized

you were given

the complete and utter gift

of your own transparency,

the revelation of your 

own exact boundary with

the world.

The frontier 

between silence and speech

exactly

the line you must cross

to give yourself

while saving yourself,

the gleam in your heart

and your eye,

another sun rising,

the old memories alive

after a long night of absence

and the world again

suddenly worth

risking,

worth seeing,

worth innocence,

worth everything.

Препоручујемо читање целе збирке песама Everything is Waiting for You коју можете допунити изванредно лепим размишљањем Џона О'Донохуа о аскетском животу.