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Slip into a space of waiting
and becoming more and more aware
that we are part of creation’s plan—
from the hardest to the softest
structures, breathing and not.
Feeling the more we are part of,
beneath the shuffling and coughing
and traffic noise and breathing—
Feeling the way down to the seed
listening there, listening.
Or
not letting go of the world—
not even for a moment—
the silence ringing with
deaths and destructions
the heart cries out against.
The mind circumventing the help
of the forest and the gathering
of seekers near us, silent,
reaching down, each
both alone and together
ready to break the silence
of being a bystander to oppression
and violence. Wishing to be ready.
Grateful for those who speak.
For Sumana's prompt "Silence" at What's Going On?
Susan, this is a wonderful meditation, one that seems to beg to be read again and again. I really liked the stream of consciousness flow of the poem & the ending. Yes, grateful for those who speak!
ReplyDeleteWe need both silence and voice to be aware of what space we are in. The theme exploits the idea so beautifully. I especially love the tone of gratitude at the end of the poem.
ReplyDeleteSo many have forgotten that we are part of creation's plan. I love the "help of the forest" and the seekers silently resisting oppression. SO grateful for those who speak.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful I love: Slip into a space of waiting
ReplyDeleteand becoming more and more aware
that we are part of creation’s plan and "Feeling the way down to the seed listening there, listening."