A poem that moves from the chaos of noise to the calm of serenity found in silence. Precisely what we need to escape from in this frenetic world in order to enter a more peaceful (and less stressful) state of being. This kind of silence is not emptiness but the fullness of depth, just as the sparsity of the poem is filled with depth. Love it.
Profound is right. Fortunately, I'm losing my hearing and much of that noise is lost to me. It's like static on the old television–worthless spam to the ears.
And, while listening to old artists and their songs on the computer every evening, I zone out and miss all performances before waking up and discovering where the time went on my clock. Silence is golden.
You, unlike me, manage to pack so much to think about in a few short sentences. One could apply your impression to multiple areas: politics, social media and virgin thought. It's a haunting impulse that arrests in this reader the impact your sensorial visions take me to. We truly have to wonder about sleep being the only place of safe keeping of reality and it's preferences for the individual. I for one, will most likely have these few short sentences goading me into a night long dream of lucid ipifanies. Your work is always so frefreshign to the mind and heart of us still conscious. Stay well and productive... more often than lately.
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
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And, while listening to old artists and their songs on the computer every evening, I zone out and miss all performances before waking up and discovering where the time went on my clock. Silence is golden.
Ron