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Feb 2013
Be silent for a moment
Make no sounds.
Be the chirps of the birds
Low and cooing off somewhere
In the branches of a tree
Swelling with the soft breath of the wind

Be the far off roar of jet engines
A quiet reminder of powerful things
Lost in human struggle

Sit silently.
Absorb the life around you.

Be the pulse of traffic
Roaring and pulsing
Like veins in a cardiovascular
Organic machine,
a great entity unaware of its
Own existence
Except in small instances

Be the sparrows,
Shouting in heated discussions
That we will never know the meaning of

Make no sound. Take in
The sounds of cash registers afar
Customers and children chattering and shopping
Living. Be the sounds of oranges falling into place
Completing themselves into and onto each other

Be no sounds. Be the stone in a bubbling brook.
Feel life flow around you
Fluidly pouring ever onward
Chattering quietly to itself as it pours
Over the stones in the river bed.
Written by
Cody Gaston
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   Ann Beaver
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