| When I am quiet as frogs who stop croaking when we trespass their sacred marsh, when I am quiet as a child who is sad in every cell, when I am quiet as the moment death carried Mom away, I become the Here of my life, time just another thought. |
Questions for Contemplation
What is your relationship to Quiet? What place does Quiet have in your life? What is the connection for you between Presence, the Here of your life, and Quiet?
How do you relate to the phrase “time just another thought.”?
Poem a Month Archive
- Spring Sun and Sadness
- When Fear Arrives
- EARTHMOTHERLOVE
- Are They Really?
- Poems Want to Help Us
- LOVEANDPAIN
- Dark Welcome
- POETSPEAK
- What Are Your Words?
- Poems Paintings Songs
- When the Icy Tensions Thaw
- Telling Your Daughter
- To Let Ourselves Happen
- Always Here
- Dark Odyssey
- Cups That Will Always Break
- Ask the Children
- Not Knowing
- Love Will Show Us
- In Remembrance – Mary Oliver
- QUIET
- The Way of Pain
- Can We Be Love?
- Safe Invitation
- How We Are Helped