Listen
Here I sitIn this twilight
The wet fog hangs grey
Against the sweet smelling grass
I've missed these frogs and crickets and birds
I've especially missed listening to you
I got tired of the talking
I was full of the noise
So I set it all down
Stopped
What am I listening for?
I still don't know
But listening is enough
Here is still, peace, silence
Here is power and beauty and artistry
Here is sacred and spiritual
Here I AM
posted by Unknown @ 10:48 PM
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