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.
Dec 8, 2011
Dec 8, 2011 at 10:56 PM UTC
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.
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