Essays, Poetry, Observations, Etc.

Silence

In life, poetry on May 28, 2012 at 11:26 am

In recent years, when I am home, I tend to live in silence.

There is beauty in the near silence.

My TV isn’t on and neither is my radio.

Yet, there is the sound of the birds twittering,
the voices of children laughing,
the cicadas crooning in the evening,
and the frogs calling for mates after a good rain.

True, it isn’t a perfect silence.

There is the thrum of the neighbor’s air-conditioner.
the yipping bark of some pocket dog,
and the rumble of the occasional train that passes by.

Yet, each adds, not subtracts from the silence.
Each noise reemphasizes the beauty of the silence when it seems to reach perfection.

I live in the city, a vast collection of noise and turbulence.

And yet I find silence when I seek it.
I find solitude and peace in moments others seem to miss as they scurry to fill their lives with the activities they feel gives their existence meaning.

Each day is a wondrous experience filled with such moments.
Each night filled with new pleasures.

There is joy to be found all around.

Just stop and let it find you.

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  1. Silence is vast and astounding when one listens… Love it!

  2. Reblogged this on thepainterspalate and commented:
    I found this and I Love this!

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