draped in the shadow of an umbrella,
my feet pick up the warmth of the sun

the neighbor beyond the fence rustles
the ivy with gardening tools

a motorcycle puts gaps in bird songs

a lone hawk circles with wide wings,
calling to valley peaks who catch its cries
before releasing them to valley floors

wind whispers secrets to the tree’s leaves and

i am still,
sensitive to sounds and empty spaces between thoughts

silence unfolds the things i most want to hear, the gentle murmurs
of my heart unfurling lists grown
long and saturated with truths unable to stand confinement much longer

noise in excess is

there is much to be heard

what are you hearing?

much love,


This entry was published on September 14, 2012 at 8:47 pm. It’s filed under creative conversation, emotions and stuff, head trips, life, mind, nature babbles, photography, rambles and writing and tagged , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

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