When nature speaks aloud
like the wind blowing
through tall trees,
spotted in fields and across the green countryside.
When silence becomes a formidable voice,
thoughts that are universal and eternal
grab hold of my infinitesimal mind
shaking me free from insane chatter –
Those repeat recordings programmed
to know the future, having solved the past;
arrogant axioms of absolute resolve.
Oh that the horizon, grand spectacle of vast space –
Chameleon sky changing
moods with each passing day,
would carry me away so I become lost,
where waterfalls spill
into pools, through fallen logs,
and polished granite boulders.
Creating quiet majestic meditations
awakening my spirit
to the resonating harmony,
agreeing with all that is truly in me,
that this is who I really am;
When at last my voice
become finally and perfectly still.