Silence feeds the soul...

amidst  the raucous noise of commerce,

-rushing orders, calming nerves, selling slick solutions-

the cry & hue of human drama rises

with disparate dreams & goals,

conflicting heart & understanding;

we hear the news of war and rumors of increasing terror,

and as the arguments of fools rise & fall,

reciting inanity as their sacred mantras,

I pause.

A soft wind rises,

blowing through the the silent air.

Leaves rustle in the simple sunlight

as time is still.

I rest on softness,

and my soul is restored.