To Hear a Robin Sing

April 14, 2010
it cures me

my mind leaks into it
dripping over every curve

like paint
running down a canvas.

the colors of my thoughts winding through the secrets...

the secrets of the silence.

is the wind whispering in my ear

the birds humming their soul songs

the leaves running across the soft forest floor.

Oh! What I would give to sit
in the silence of a forest

to become one with my thoughts
and the Earth.

silence is not silent
there will always be a
a hum...

listen hard,
for the silence.

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