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Silence

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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

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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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