Photograph by Michel PoissonThere is a place you can go
where you are quiet,
a place of water and the light
on the water. Trees are there,
leaves, and the light
on leaves moved by air.
Birds, singing, move
among leaves, in leaf shadow.
After many years you have come
to no thought of these,
but they are themselves
your thoughts. There seems to be
little to say, less and less.
Here they are. Here you are.
Here as though gone.
None of us stays, but in the hush
where each leaf in the speech
of leaves is sufficient syllable
the passing light finds out
surpassing freedom of its way.
- Wendell Berry
(I found this poem at this beautiful blog)
"Be secluded in your secret heart-house,
that bowl of silence... " - Rumi
I found this photo on Tumblr. Photographer unknown.
"There is a silent self within us whose presence is disturbing precisely because it is so silent: it can't be spoken. It has to remain silent. To articulate it, to verbalize it, is to tamper with it, and in some ways to destroy it ". - Thomas Merton
