how we listen without regret


It must have been the light
slanting across veils of rain,
when this island, all grey stone and bare
became a vision in gold and gleam

or perhaps it was the smell of sea,
wind swirling up the stony spine,
gulls criss-cross, weaving a new story,
one more truly your own

and something in you had already
bowed low, astonished,
you found yourself singing
after so many years of silence

and the great betrayals of your life
sheared away like winter’s wool,
a quiet descends on your thoughts
and you know there is no leaving.

Slowly, hundreds follow also seeking
the way light and water and stone
can remind of elemental things,
how time suspends as it travels

out on the tide,
returns with its offering:
your reflection in the pools formed
on shore, you no longer look through but in.

~Christine Valters Paintner

silence your doubts through peaceful meanderings…

inquiry for today~   sing the heart into reverie……..then ride the melody into stillness…….

how it seems when I doubt

Silence also is wisdom, a flame hiding in cotton wool.    ~Rumi

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