when the tide is low

the old and wise

they speak to me.

not in words. some things cannot be said that way.

they speak to me down deep within.

they flow through me like an ancient wind.

whispering softly in these hallowed halls.

telling tales that only they know.

from being here so very long ago

~Michael Traveler

listening in…

inquiry for today~ may this too serve the longing within…

what I found

May we not neglect the silence

printed in the center of our being.

It will not fail us.

~Thomas Merto

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