In the white noise
of many opinions
I long to hear the silence
creatures make
when they are listening,
and there is no thought
only the harmony
of trees and raindrops.
Invisible things appear.
Deer step gently
out of the mist.
When I listen, the heart
opens fearlessly.
No need to defend itself.
No need to form an opinion
about anything.
Photo from a hike with my brother on Mt. Rainier
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