Any morning is a chance
to walk the same path
I have walked before
and listen. Listen
to the silence between
steps, between breaths,
inside joy, inside loss,
the silence that sometimes
fills in the cathedral of thoughts,
the silence that holds
all that is. Sometimes
the silence clings to a moment,
sticks to me,
like the lingering scent
of rabbit brush on the fingers,
like a favorite song
that won’t leave the ear.
The same path
is never the same,
and listening to silence
is always new.
Sometimes my own silence
helps me to hear
the silence of my loves
who are gone.
I could not have known it before,
how intimate it can be,
the communion of our silence.
how in these quietest of moments,
filled with nothing
but listening, open,
we meet.
Sometimes my own silence/helps me to hear/the silence of my loves/who are gone. The power of paradox.
The silence has things to tell you.
power to the paradox. again and again. xo
Yes, most times, listening to what is not said becomes the most essential element in communication.
beautifully said, Estrella–
Another beautifully expressed reminder to listen in.
So true: “The same path / is never the same, / and listening to silence / is always new.” Absences (big – of loved ones & little – of usual distractions) help open my heart – door ajar in the moment to receive unexpected guests. Often insights arrive while wandering in Nature.
ahhh, listen in. what a beautiful phrase. thank you–
I am struck by your naming the intimacy of silence, where we can meet our loves who have gone if we will listen. Beautiful, thank you Rosemerry. xoxo
so many hues of silence–and yes, intimacy and companionship is certainly one of them.
We spent many years worshiping among Friends and I often could feel the Communion of Saints long before I learned a name for them.
ah, such a beautiful way to phrase and frame this!