Somewhere there is quiet there is desert, there are trails. Somewhere there is dust warming in the early sunlight. Somewhere hares are twitching, coyotes scratching, sage brush glowing scented in the air. Somewhere.
Tag Archives: silence
I’m seeking shamans and
I seek technique
I seek farewells and island life
I seek the brilliant obscurity
I would laugh out loud
and be happy to be so obscure
and never to share not to share
and not to say a word
a flaring silence
flowering
and firing
silence
Let me ask – how much do you know, is there compassion? What is knowledge-based compassion? What is argumentation? What is keeping quiet? To never lead you to believe that there was too much talking.
The smell of garbage mixes with a hint of lilac this is it I will not write
None of this material was ever here.
None of these objects can be licked.
None of this writing can be read.
None of this talking can be heard.
Silences. I won’t tell anyone. I won’t tell anyone. I won’t tell anyone. Blossoming of lies like bindweed. This one doesn’t trust hate like a fool.
Nothing simple here. No lily.
The frog lily, the toad flax.
Animals have not been aroused.
I can’t write untruths.
And speech becoming cleansed to silence.
Dishes—plates. Cups, forks, spoons. Bowls.
And yesterday or last week I heard about a service, body washing. Washing the body. I want my body tenderly washed by my faith community. Nothing more beautiful than that. And here I chatted about inconsequences with co-workers and Margaret’s family, while her mother lay in state. I thought—at least there should be silence. We are so bereft. And Poland—what happens when you lose 3 million Jews?
Encouraging words. Buddhist practice was not originally intended to start with meditation. It was to start with generosity practice/not harming other people. Also—if you can access silence, you have a large part of meditation down already. Maybe I am not so far away from liberation.
I’m writing because it allows me to coop myself up in a safe place. Do I feel threatened All-the-Time? Do I think if I weaken myself, I’ll go undetected, and not draw the attention of predators? I don’t know.
I will sit for a half hour this afternoon.
In silence.