A morning post here- not normal for me. I'm soooooo not a morning person. But I've been getting a lot of rest for a change down here and I'm relishing it. So here's a random poem of thoughts rambling on.
the world spinning 'round
milliions of miles gone by
and here, rooted to the ground,
Doesn't feel like its moving,
no- in fact it feels very still,
as silly as it sounds, I'm wondering
how come we don't hear it whirring?
Probably with all our goins on,
all our carrying about,
we just don't hear much...
not even the silence that often beckons us
I heard the other day that some
find it unnerving to be in a place
of silence. Really? I thought.
How could silence be so frightening?
Perhaps they are afraid to hear themselves
think? I don't really know.
Such a shame.
my perception of it anyway
'cause the world is always moving-
They are beautiful
In just the right frame of mind
they are precious.
Ah, well look-
my attention has been diverted
from this train of thought
with sounds of morning.
Silence doesn't last very long