Oh silence
Beloved comfort
Gentle friend
The companion I most savor
The space where
beauty is born

A gentle wind
brushes past your face
And you let it be
like angel wings,
a celestial song

Trees rest in your grove
Their whispering,
a lullaby for you
to lay down in

Soft as grass,
you listen
as stars flutter
And the wide open world
spreads its arms to the sky
casting its heart aloft

Written in Santa Fe, New Mexico

“The desire to break the silence with constant human noise is, I believe, precisely an avoidance of the sacred terror of that divine encounter.”
–Matsuo Basho


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