I listen to my silence – December 3

12.3

I listen to my silence, searching

for a word, image, sound, touch.

dishes washing, dog slurping,

corduroy swishing, all the

little tags of my surround.

 

what is here, present in the

moment, reaching back. my

fingers stroke the keys. quiet

is the reward, stillness that

calms.

 

there is no other need to

fill. only the moment.

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