I will lead you by the hand to the hushed hum
of the gentle oak, an evening breeze sounding
shivers into leaves, quiet turbulence in the air
and the gravity of sound settling on mossed stone.
I hear its tongue-lick in ivy the way a bat hears
the silhouette of trees, or a whale the shape of its home,
touching the skin like sound braille, tiny neck hairs
startled to its presence; earth music in the trees
and in the stony wind, atoms of light trembling in tiny
dust particles where body-bones separate, flesh disappears.
Between heart-pulse and light’s shadow-touch,
I will lead you to the quiet abundance of silence,
the wide emptying of voiceless things; earth’s pulse,
seamless and somewhere beyond absence.
© 2017, Eithne Lannon
originally published in barehands23
Thank you for sharing the beauty and inspiration:
Like this:
Like Loading...
Related
The focus of "The BeZine," a publication of The Bardo Group Beguines, is on sacred space (common ground) as it is expressed through the arts. Our work covers a range of topics: spirituality, life, death, personal experience, culture, current events, history, art, and photography and film. We share work here that is representative of universal human values however differently they might be expressed in our varied religions and cultures. We feel that our art and our Internet-facilitated social connection offer a means to see one another in our simple humanity, as brothers and sisters, and not as “other.” This is a space where we hope you’ll delight in learning how much you have in common with “other” peoples. We hope that your visits here will help you to love (respect) not fear. For more see our Info/Mission Statement Page.
View All Posts
The BeZine 
This was beautifully penned! The trees DO speak, as does all of Nature, if one is attuned and quiet enough to listen. 🙂 Thank you for sharing this with all of us this month.
LikeLiked by 1 person