the settling dust of a dessert run.
Above all I miss the silence of a forest leaf falling to the ground.
Those sounds that evoke an elated breath,
the same sounds that stills a beating heart.
They are out there, yet are so elusive to our
untrained ear and suggest a non-existence
to only the believers.
Hearing them becomes an art of mind and soul union
and their ultimate separation.
Its only at this time of separation that 'the' sound comes flooding in
to chime away the hours which diminish with the rising sun.
Hear Ye all, till there is absolutely nothing,
it is only then that everything will be heard
Long not for this life but rather the stillness of a forgotten mind.
M.E. 24/05/2010
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