From Silence

In running, a rock can cause a fall.

In walking, a rock becomes a stumble.

In stillness, you become a rock.

Silence and solitude calls me like a long lost lover.

To be engrossed and entwined with one thing of focus where the greatest expressions are found.

Find me off the trail on the other side of civilization watching as the birds do.

Mindless bustle that they claim as productivity.

The real work is done as we sleep. As we walk. As we play. As we ponder.

Freedom to flow as the winds and waters.

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