It is time for this piece again...now, more than ever.
If you are quiet
you can hear the leaves fall,
following their twirling,
swirling dance
with your ears
until they come to rest
softly
at your feet.
Amid the gales
that loosen their grip,
even amidst the tumult
that rages in your mind,
if you stop,
if you will yourself to listen,
you will hear their
floating gently-to-earth whispers
as they rustle
through their companions
on the once in a lifetime
descent.
Background noise
fills my mind,
outer noise of destruction,
of greed,
of power wielded wrongly,
inner voices of fear,
of sorrow,
of powerlessness,
noise that will drown me
if I let it
and render me deaf,
even to the Good.
Yet in stillness
I may notice
that which lies beyond
myself
and all my thoughts.
Gazing at the trees of autumn,
swaying
in the winds
that strip their leaves,
Grace breaks through.
If you are quiet,
you can hear the leaves fall.
Listen...
