The Bookish Kind: Silence

Saturday, November 7, 2015

Silence

Silence can be a good thing and often times there are good reasons for it. I've had a season of silence lately, but words are starting to spill out here and there, and maybe, or maybe not, I'll start writing thoughts again soon. My mind has always been wired with words, words, words, and the need to spill them out is why I write here. Silence begets words.

Silence begets thoughts for me,

A certain sort of reverie,

Is required to have fruits of any kind,

That flow with freedom from my mind ~

Joy

I will never tire of the wind,
be it a cold winter blast
that takes me off guard
with it's bitterness,
or an exhilarating spring or
fall tempest that sweeps me away.
I get caught up in it every time,
...it's as if the wind is calling
my name to come out and play.
The trees become my cohorts,
...those gentle giants that sway
back and forth with delight,
as they gracefully bend to and
fro - they get caught up every time,
too, and are surely clapping their
hands in mirth.
In these moments, I am a
beautiful bird who was made for nothing more than ascending
to the heights where the currents await me. Joy.

For the beauty of the earth