The compulsion when an overtaxed
mind, yearning to occupy another’s
rendering of reality twists, knife-like,
between the blades, sabotaging
the creative process, stifling
the necessary tension held
between opposites, that fractional
moment before the water droplet
falls and spreads into the infinite,
protracted in time which in itself
is illusion;
There’s not a thing silence won’t
cure, spreading thin, square
of sweet Irish butter in the warming
pan or rolling thick, lava flowing
over parched earth, a conductor’s
arms bringing down the footlights
at concert’s end;
The ache of pulsing atoms
to ears unfamiliar with its quality
can be deafening, feeling anything
but soothing, instead a thing
to be shunned, avoided as though
life itself could be extinguished
in its company; yet even lacking
familiarity, it occupies the interstices
wedged between the chaos
of everyday living, dwelling in
gaps of glimpsed awareness;
In the beginning and end, it is
to the silence we return, din to
be relinquished in favor
of expansiveness beyond
the mind’s grasping.
One exquisite journey off the grid and into the silence is 4-wheel driving up Parker Ranch’s Mana Road. We passed no humans for the hour plus that it takes to get to the top where there is a long forest hike. Heaven. Oh, we did see some creatures though 😉
all photos ©Bela Johnson
So very beautiful! The peace of that place just pours out from your words and photographs. Thank you!
Many thanks, Paul. We all need some peace of mind, especially in these times. Aloha. 🙏🏽😘
Don’t we just!
Delicious and heart warming. Are those piggies yours?
No, Val – they are wild boar. 😀 Thanks for your kind comment. <3
“it is
to the silence we return”
Indeed.
Enjoyed your poem (ah, the silence we all long for!) and your lovely photos, Bela. ❤️
Thanks, my friend. Always appreciate hearing from you with your well considered responses. Aloha 😘
Have been thinking of you, Bela, and watching the weather channel. Hope the hurricane weakens and spins away without too much trauma. Take care, my friend. 😘❤️
Thanks, Betty. Quiet. As it can be before these storms. Rains on and off all day. Muggy because of no wind. Though you can bet the winds will come! Predicted to cycle up this evening. We shall see. 💗
Oh yes! “There’s not a thing silence won’t
cure, spreading thin, square
of sweet Irish butter in the warming
pan or rolling thick, lava flowing
over parched earth, a conductor’s
arms bringing down the footlights
at concert’s end”
🤗
Don’t have the luxury of those beautiful retreats for silence… but you sharing those pictures sure fills some gaps! 😉 Thank you!
Ooh, that’s too bad. Hope you have a chance before too long! Glad you got some respite from this post, however 😉
😊👍