Walking the bridge between our cabin and the road
Early one morning, northern Thailand, the lily pads spring up,
It is only later in the day they blossom and die…
I stopped that early morning; I greeted the pads as they awoke.
I did not know their language but I could listen in silence to their awakenment…
By ko shin, Bob Hanson, 061711
How can we hear another voice, language if not in silence?
Standing before the Buddhist garden
I was not alone; a bee was taking the sweet nectar of the flowers
and the weeds, trying to photograph this, I failed,
be silent, be still, no action necessary
to hear, listen and be touched…
These are reversed, but an attempt to listen to the language of nature, the bee, the lilly pad...enjoy
No comments:
Post a Comment