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