Sometimes I can almost hear
what I heard
when I heard
nothing
When the call of the owl
and the whisper of bat
owned the night
Before whistles of trains
or engines of planes
pierced the darkness of silence
There’s a stillness I hold
by the dark of the moon
in the quiet of always
that goes beyond seeing
revealing forever
eternal and infinite
Knowing of deepness
whatever one calls it
Nirvana or Heaven or Now
It’s the candle at nightfall
that flickers a warmth
or the pinprick of starlight
that tells of a life
on a planet so far, far away
we can only imagine
~ if we dare to at all ~
what we know is…
so…small
It’s the evening descending
that opens the door to
the memories of times
held so close to my heart
Was it eons or hours?
that have passed since I knew
that the Universe spinning
in chaos and black
is forever and always
A circle returning
to hear what I heard
when I heard
nothing
Epilogue. One late afternoon, not long before dusk, we went out to our Circle to inhale the goodness of air with gratitude for the gift of breath. It was almost silent. Quiet and still, the first lines of this poem floated through my thoughts. I could almost remember a time before Time, when the loveliest silence was the music of my soul. One day I may tell the story of this Circle that holds so many mysteries.
Until then, may you hear beyond the noise to the peace of your own soul, your own real.
Original photo by Daniel Mahr Mack.
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