I stand on a mountain top and gaze toward the east
as the gray fingers of Dawn slip silently over the horizon
as I stand there, bathed in the golden radiance of solitude,
wondering, glorifying in the beauty I behold
I close my eyes
open my ears, my mind,
and ponder the true meaning of silence.
It cannot be from without, for the world is filled with sound...
I hear the laughing crows as they play tag and tell their jokes to one another
I hear the conversation of the trees that surround me as the gentle wind soughs
I hear the whispering clouds as they pass overhead, their shadows dancing along the ground
I hear the imperious commands of the mighty ocean as the waves compete to reach the shore
I open my eyes and smile as clarity embraces my mind
and my Heart
The busy mind, the chaotic mind, can hear no one and nothing but itself
It is the quiet mind
The SILENT mind
That Truly Hears
When I die...I want to go peacefully in my sleep...like my Grandfather did...not screaming like the passengers in his car.