Noise…a barrier for listening
talk…intangible to action
thought …an elusive stream…ever present…ever flowing
Alone I mute external noise
Alone I silence speech
Alone I let the river flow on…
listening to my soul
asking questions of my life
thinking
flowing
the river rises from deep within and floods my senses
tears
coursing rivulets of thought over the planes of my cheeks
soaking my skin
I hold my breath like a dam
my hand goes to my eyes
trying to force the river of thought back
it flows on through my fingers…
the dam breaks
my hands softly meet in supplication
I bow my head to them
I pray for a peaceful journey
Wow….just as beautiful as you are. And with that I pray for a peaceful journey for you as well.
Fate must have brought me here today. You just described in detail the exact state I was in only an hour ago. Just when I felt the most alone…. It is very comforting to know I am not.
Very lovely and evocative.