“But I always think that the best way to know God is to love many things.”
~ Vincent van Gogh

Monday, January 21, 2013

The Not-Noise


There is a continual pulsing
out here under the trees:
a form of white noise,
not from machines, but from
the grass and the dirt and the leaves
coming alive after rain. Birds
and tiny insects, hidden lizards
and all sorts of creatures I don't even guess
are swelling this noise, which is not
noise at all, it is active silence.
And the air is making it, rushing in and out
in long whispers as the earth breathes.
But there is no breeze, it is other
than wind; it is the planet's
usually inaudible
heartbeat.


4 comments:

  1. Read this several times. So wonderfully descriptive. The rhythm you've created adds meaning to your words.

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    1. I have to say I'm pleased with this one, which arrived as if from nowhere. I'm reminded all over again that this is the benefit of writing every day, practising and practising - it prepares the way for true inspiration to strike, those times when, it seems, we become simply an instrument. All the rest is like tuning the instrument, perhaps. :)

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  2. Oh yes. I have heard this too, you have to really listen. Beuatiful expressed Rosemary.

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    1. Oh, I'm so glad you know what I'm talking about!

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