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My soul grows
at least two breaths
as silence pounds its steady feet
across hillside and wooded valley,
reddened plains and starry sky,
For in silence there lies the
rhythm of listening—
of catching one's breath
of drinking
deeply
of living and having our being.
I keep in step with silence and
it with me.
We nod and know the turns
the arch of my back.
strength. beauty.
And when it has finished
(and if it were true)
then silence
and it's placid companion—contemplation—
must return the dancer
to Life.
:-o. it's beautiful.
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ReplyDelete"as silence pounds its steady feet"
I like the rhythm of listening in silence and I also like the thought that the speaker is keeping in step with silence.
ReplyDeleteSimply and beautifully stated.
I like the connection you make between silence and listening...avoiding silence for the sake of silence.
ReplyDeleteWe nod and know the turns..
ReplyDelete^Favorite. I love that you gave silence human characteristics.
I really liked the whole concept of dancing with silence--"the rhythm of listening." Beautifully done.
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