friends walking
new harmony
if we could walk
along
the gravel or something else
packed-
down until they get
to concrete
set
down perfected paths
without air un-gray
but with an interest in the clouds
whose
shapes we tacitly
acknowledge and with the part that
doesn’t have to
hear
can suss the shapes because
our time is easy and we define
companionable silence
that
we’ve been told about
through sorts
of
books
and so crunching go our way while
underneath
small sounds are radiated
into hearing or
more
silence
or
adding to the satisfying bank of noises
small
at our minds’ disposal
in this congenial time
the gift of that
and
us
our tranquil knowing of each other
and is this why the paintings in which
movement
is
nonetheless evoked
we
still call
the life still
and is this romantic
for we’ll have to
talk
now and then to keep things open
and
available over details
and maybe over
bigger
things that rise up
time
to time
yet for long stretches
counting
also
leaning into things we might keep
quiet with the outside or to
put up with
of
noises from our world even
the harmonious
though
quiet has its harmony
as well
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photo by Nigel Cohen on Unsplash
plus taking the photograph
quiet as a
I sit
on an old creaking
and solid bench
and could I be quiet
like that church mouse over there
I neither see
nor hear
but wears gray
with brown
and
needing to clean the dust of Earth
when drops of water I might
find
somewhere there
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photo by Zoshua Colah on Unsplash
Cathedral of Saint John the Divine, NYC, USA
A Quiet and Unquiet Day
(rest and restive?)
Have an especially good
Day
You need one
And you deserve one
You’ve been working hard
And putting up with
Things
You need some rest from everything
That presses
Lift those burdens
For a while
Recline your mind
Loosen the strings we say
We have
Inside our hearts
Or over them
As if the organ were a base
For a lute
A frame
For a harp
Drink something you know
You enjoy
As it courses through you
And then eat something
Pleasant
Slightly indulging
Though without doubt
For nourishment
As an objective
And now companionships
Do you want any
Or is it quiet
In the day
That you prefer
That
Maybe you’ve been craving
Without knowing
‘Til you have it
For some hours
If so
Then treat yourself after
The surprise
Reading something
Writing something
Or have a day
With nothing
For a stimulus
Beyond
Mere ingestion
While you ruminate
Or not
On what’s at hand
It could be taking stock
Only if you wish
Or must
Have a need
As in counting inventory
Gauging quality
Of what is stored
By its effect
On mind or heart
Or overall condition of
Everything internal
And to an extent
External
As in
Image and perception
Whom we cast
To the world
And who we want
To play for
Real
What is real
Take a day to figure out
Think on good things
On what among them you might have
On what you need
You might already have
For another surprise
Or what you need
That’s calling
Through its absence
So maybe take the day
And let it have its
Serious parts as well
And sorry
Wake up a little after resting
Think of something
Think on good things
What you have
As well as what is good
You need
And should have
And can get
Keeping in spirit
And in mind
That love does not exist in isolation
That there is good love to keep close
And problematic love
You might need
Well
Frankly
To cut off
To free yourself
Free someone else
Liberty
At last
Which is the truth
As well as
The law of liberty
And love
And so have the day
Both
Restful
And momentous
If you will
And if God listens
When you say
Hear me
I send my words with
Thoughts
The kind that
Heaven-go
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Photo by Sneha Chandrashekar on Unsplash
Outside the Quiet Place
God
I need your help
I need the quiet
And am I
Too poor
For this
The wealthy can buy
Quiet
I suppose
And I could consider
Monkish ambitions
As my sister
Likes to say
In
A monkery
I don’t want silence
Really
As if
To live inside
The Cone of Silence
That they mismanaged
On Get Smart
Because
In fact
I like normal noise
And isn’t that
Relative
But children playing
Cars
And trucks
That pass by
And if their noise is bad
Well
They pass by
Dogs barking
Even cats thumping
As they run
Above
For rivalry
Or for recreation
Only
I’m thinking
My notion
Of good noise
Is minimal
And self-determined
For the world
And so
Sigh
Unworkable
Go back to being wealthy
And I could buy a camp
Inside
The wilderness
Where even bears
Are satisfied
To say away
Near their own moving
Water
For the fish
And foxes cry
But I know their noise
By now
And what is it
Owls
Scream
And crickets cry
By Shakespeare because
Folklore
Has it
That way
As it knew
(whoever it might be)
While drafting
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Macbeth 2.2.15-16
Photo by Keith Hardy on Unsplash
The Sea of Galilee
(that also goes by other names)
I’ve heard it preached:
a storm on Galilee
that must be something else
to see,
to hear,
to feel,
to smell,
to taste.
To wonder about
disciples
living fear
about the squall,
waking Jesus
for salvation,
Don’t you care?
Yes,
I care
that you are saved
(to paraphrase).
And then
Christ
commands the storm
on the water,
in the sky,
maybe at the shore
to be quiet.
And it’s quiet
over Galilee.
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the preacher preached this morning about this sea, though anything I say above is of my own accord, especially anything doctrinally incorrect
Photo by Sylvain Brison on Unsplash
Sea of Galilee
(x = space)
x
x
The Anchorite Paradigm
x
There is quiet
There is some noise
There is the right
Combination
Based on relative needs
And wants
So that the anchorites
Inside
Might thrive
x
I’m not sure
I can tell
Because I’m not she
Or you
Preparing for retreat
Or the quiet
Time
In every day
For God and one
And later on
A few more
Maybe many
If there’s a meeting
x
It has to be a merging
The world isn’t one thing
Or the other
Spirit
And flesh
Technology
Impulsive
Even pollution and clean air
Is the way we have things
Now
And for a while longer
Until something breaks
Like a good wave
And we have innovation
With tradition
And legacy
That’s in between
x
Breathe for selah
In our inventing
Wait a second for approval
Then move on toward
Another
Better
Newer
Defensible
Amen
x
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x
Photo by Mitchell Y on Unsplash
x
(x = space)
x
x
Be, My Soul
x
Be still
(imperative
second-person subject
that is
you)
This
That doesn’t mean
Don’t move
As much as to quiet
Everything
x
The rush of blood
The frantic function of our organs
The ragged parts of breath
Meaning
The ragged parts of spirit
x
Smooth out everything
For a time
And in that time
Hear
More than ears
What God might say
Or you and God
To each other
x
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x
“Be Still, My Soul,” a hymn by Kathrina von Schlegel (1855)
x
Psalm 46
x
Photo by Felix Mittermeier on Unsplash
x
(x = space)
x
x
monday protest
x
get up
listen to the noise
and go
and this is how it starts
x
a day
in the modern world
x
no,
thank you
iI’ll stay here
in the drab place
and time
x
of dark and cold
of sleep
and safety
well
x
i won’t grow up
not i
x
if you must leave
i’ll stay
x
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photo by eduardo mallmann on unsplash
x
(x = space)
x
x
Servicing
x
God,
I often talk to you
In thought
Do you hear me?
I hope so,
Because I rarely
Think about it
Twice
x
Do you need
The uttered word?
I’d think
You wouldn’t,
Though maybe
My part
Is to speak
x
I think I let you in
A while ago,
You see
And while you’re
There
You might as well
Have the run
Of the place
Including the talking parts
That happen
On the inside
x
Life in the Spirit,
I believe,
With an angel’s assist
I hope it works
This way
I’ll pray out loud
As well
x
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