Lost

and found

one feather

slightly used

Missing

one bird

one feather

Patterns

The pattern of the conductor

Passion balanced by control

In absolute freedom

Is absolute control

The keeper of expression

The pattern of the writer

The theme

Sacred

Powerful

True

The pattern of man

Bold

Questioning

For-giving

Patterns of life

Silence spills over the rocks

the hard places of the mind

deep at every corner

deep into the cobwebs

Rich in color is the sound that silence makes

Silence is a place of words made manifest

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Silence

"Men teach us to speak, but the gods teach us to be silent" Plutarch

Silence is without wanting
Silence is whole in and of itself

You can’t get it
You have it
Reach deep it is there.
See the small light as you close your eyes
follow it, see where it leads.
So deep
So still
peace flows through every pore and you are free.
Free to be
To experience the beauty of the connectedness of all things.
“Things” internal, external
Silence cannot be bound
as the wind blows free so does silence
ready and available for all.

Silence descends, rich as cream on black coffee
Ripe as a red cherry, silence bleeds sound.
Weep for the silence is so beautiful
A river of light emerges around a mountain top
a silver halo is the glow of silence.
Silence is color
silence is golden
Silence is my body
Stillness beats upon my breast.

I say hello to silence
Welcome
Sit awhile
We join together silence and I

We invade nothing
leave no footprints just silence and I
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a new day!

Tomorrow why is it always tomorrow?

Responsibility starts today

Be present and know the now.