Silence is not silence
Until I slip below thought

My thoughts
Are often troubled
Wind whipped waves
That drown
Possible worlds

Beneath the swallowing waves
I sink into the cool quiet depths

I find a rock to cling to
Strange that 
I do not need to breathe
I do not die
Nor do I grow gills
I simply sit
In the dark cool depths
Holding onto the rock
The rock that keeps me still
Keeps me from floating back up 
Into the never ending storm
Hurricane tornado tempest cyclone
Of my thoughts

Thoughts that create and destroy
Faster than I can grasp
Thoughts that drown me
In impossibilities

I cling to my rock
Not as in psalms or hymns
My rock is not God
Because that requires thought
And thought is the world killer

So I sit quietly in the cool depths
While worlds of thoughts whirl overhead
I neither breath nor grow gills
I neither believe nor disbelieve
I neither create nor destroy
I sit in dark stillness
Resting against my rock