we sometimes think maybe words can fix us
voices. sounds.
the melody of a penny-whistle
the staccato of crickets, filling up the night
the way these eleven tongues fuse lives in silent song
the minaret's echo as it chimes throughout the land.
but the more we listen, the more we're sure:
words can't fix this. fix us.
words can only fill up space
and distract us from the truth.
what we need now is quiet
the silence of there
that contains more in its ounce of emptiness
than this cup, even when it overflows
i wish i could pack up peace of mind in a jar and give it to you to spread on your morning toast.
ReplyDeleteall i can say though, it will come. have faith. have hope. believe a silver lining will shimmer, then shine.
glad u are blogging again!
luv ya...lots