No need of work, or talk or rush,
Just laying here in tranquil trust.
No need of makeup, dress or flair,
It doesn’t matter what we wear.
No mirrored mask or speech at all
Adorns the place in which we fall
Secure in loves assured embrace
No longer need to keep up face.
Still and quiet, the whispers drift towards me, borne on placid lake waters.
Sunlit glimmers, pearlized soft blue and pink waters are picture framed in the squared wood lookout of the old bird watcher’s hide. Breathless, I gaze enthralled, the intense beauty unreal.
Startled I turn. I’m not alone. Joined by an old man, his face weathered as the wood beams. We speak in quiet tones of heron and egret, of terns and the ever-present grebe. We don’t look at each other as we speak, our gazes entrapped by still water, the play of light, and the gliding, skimming shapes of birds.
We speak of grandchildren, of I pads and smart phones, of the few still able to partake of the immense beauty of such golden moments.
So many these days fail to appreciate silence. Some even seem afraid of it, or what will catch up will them in its tranquility.
TV/ phones, etc. continually spew forth as background noise, as if silence were an enemy that would devour them, minds constantly needing distraction, no peace within. Many seem to be running through life, ears blocked with headphones, afraid of the sound of silence, the stillness when the soul speaks.
I remember a time when man sat in tranquility, absorbing the silence, at one with nature. I wish my grandchildren to know this peace also.
The sound of the water, the immensity of the ocean soothes my soul with every wave. While living on Mediterranean coastlines I loved to float on my back surrounded by nothing but sky and water.