Trees, mountains, rivers and even the stars
Stand in awe of the great silence, that speaks
Through them, heard if one can listen forgetting one’s ears
They aren’t meant for listening, that happens deeper within
Well below the din and chatter of a talkative mind
Which sees the world through its own eyes
Creating a confusing spectacle, a true listener
Also speaks through the tongue of silence, it is both ancient
And contemporary, using a language that transcends
The world we receive as sophisticated noise, talking and listening
Isn’t a special art, it’s already perfected and ready, for our use
Lost in the sounds of cresting waves, we have forgotten
