Dare Listen

It chooses to whisper
Having endured shouting decades,
Of maelstrom's noise.

Left behind
Is but a parade,
Just married tin cans
Tied to mankind's bumper.

How circular the process…

Sitting atop time's tree house,
This place of early discoveries
Where dos and don'ts became but chaff
Covering kernels of slow growing wisdom
Where innocence washed down
Curiosity's adult fantasies
Ala clandestine Smirnoff watermelon.

Now…

Hearing tiny sparrows
Nesting high above
Chirping hunger pangs
Awaiting mother and worm.

Below…

The squirrel rustling through acorns,
Pausing,
Listening to It ,
While listening to itself.

A smile envelops the moment
As far as the eye can see.
Roof tops recede
As conifers take their rightful place
Hosting fowl and predator alike,
Hoping this stand of nature's essence
Will not be a last stand.

In the distance…

Heavy earth moving sounds
Pause to be absorbed,
Swallowed by rock,
Sand,
Life,
Nature's patience.

It whispers.

It knows.

For all who'll hear,
The ancient sound,
The BCE echo for many,
The Big Bang frequency for others.

Peace,
Tranquility,
Prescience,
Hears not noise,
Discerns not silence,
But embraces the quintessential everything
That is.

Nothingness in disguise.

Dare listen.