Breathing into Stillness

When my thoughts are less

important than the wind, I hear

the sway of lemongrass,

the clacking of bamboo, palm

sighs and rooster calls, truck

gears grinding their way uphill,

the roar of silence in my inner ear–

a wave of sound that ebbs

with every burst of breeze.

I notice the dance of wing

on coconut frond, a dash

of scarlet as cardinal lands

on banana leaf. All this happens

in the sacred space

that welcomes everything

to its field of movement

within stillness, a stillness

that permeates each breath.