I have been pondering the notion of silence since reading Mary Oliver's short poem,'The Old Poets of China.' Wherever I am, the world comes after me. that I do not want it. Now I understand why the old poets of China went so far and high into the mountains, then crept into the pale mist. It offers me its busyness. It does not believe Mary Oliver I am not uncomfortable with silence. it is something I savour. Silence can be an elusive thing to find in our noisy, busy lives, but there is value in seeking it out. Silence can be restorative. It can deliver a sense of peace, clarity and understanding. Sit and listen in a quiet place, both inside yourself as well as immediately around you. It may conjure thoughts and ideas for your poetry. It's sometimes amazing what emerges from the silence surrounding you. Awake In A Silent House At midnight Our house is a nest of dark rooms Still,wrapped in silence Inside my head though Thoughts dance wildly in circles They...
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