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
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.”?