We seek out a conversation
because we are uncomfortable with the silence.
We want to bring more objects into our lives
because we are afraid of emptiness.
We seek companionship
because we are terrified of being alone.
Can you be the brave one
who stops this madness?
Can you listen instead of speak?
Can you sit in the fire of silence
and be burned completely
and then rise from the ashes
pure and clean and clear?
Can you give away
what you are attached to?
Can you sit with your open heart and mind
and enjoy the simplest of gifts–
this breath in, this breath out?
For one moment,
could you stop surrounding yourself
with so many faces and voices
could you sit quietly and be embraced
by the inner friend?
What if you were told
that the future of this planet
depends on you being okay
just as you are right now?
What would you do then?
All is quiet now.
No words to express
the actual feeling of peace and calm
now that the storm has come and gone.
This time passes,
and another challenge will surely arise,
this is the nature of things.
But for now,
I listen to the sweet music of silence,
the quiet in the house when everyone is asleep,
and I think,
Yes, this is the most perfect of all birthday presents–
a moment to remember who I am,
and the shadows begin to lengthen into the street.
Little wisps of smoke
curl out of the neighbor’s chimney,
mingling with the wind’s frigid kiss.
The golden sun shines bravely
through the winter chill
and promises that one day
it will be warm again.
Inside our furnace runs almost continuously
trying to keep up with our desire for comfort,
I wonder about the homeless.
I hope they have some warm place to go.
I wish for them every comfort that they need–
shelter, clothing, food, community.
For one moment
both of my children are quiet,
and I have this little moment to myself
to look around and see all that I have.