Today, early morning. Clear light. A few simple words, a simple tune in your head. Cohen. No need for anything grand. Listen to the crow scratching at my window. What does he want? The soft silence of the trees. Leaves. Just enough words. Walk in your own time, your own good time. Poetry, religion:a different dimension. Goes without saying. Convinced of it. Inwardly. A circular argument. Thought is tangential.
Stop. Look. Listen.
Speakless to speechless. The hardness of 'K' falls away. Tricks of the trade.The small space of silence that you find. Your space. Not belonging. As if you could keep it in your pocket. Like a b&w picture, for safe keeping, for another time.
"People called commons that part of the environment which lay beyond their own thresholds and outside of their own possessions...
Silence is necessary for the emergence of persons"
---Ivan Illich
4 comments:
"Silence is necessary for the emergence of persons"
that's something that's very true i think.
good morning, hello.
the soft silence of the trees - that's beautiful
there's a certain silence that surrounds blogging, don't you find?
'morning, anton.
Yes, very true..especially now that we're bombarded with noise everywhere.
best wishes,
b.
hmm, dunno, mani. perhaps.
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