tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807866762167720250.post5288965693659943047..comments2010-09-08T11:48:03.642-07:00Comments on In the Sunlight: If I Could Not SpeakNicholas Klacsanzkyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00069401402387895523noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6807866762167720250.post-68759503090311109062010-08-22T01:18:17.254-07:002010-08-22T01:18:17.254-07:00I love this. This poem speaks to me directly in ma...I love this. This poem speaks to me directly in many ways. The sense of I AM - also the place for pure listening -where I can hear and notice things I would otherwise not through endless words / thoughts / mental chatter.<br /><br />"If I could not speak,<br />I would hear my garden<br />stall in its hum of insects<br />and the wind giving a voice<br />to rhododendron leaves."<br /><br />Beautifully written. When I learn to keep quiet and embrace not-knowing - I hear and notice things I did not before.<br /><br />"I would grow tired<br />of meaning, losing my sense<br />of knowing - walking<br />out in the garden singing<br />without a sound."<br /><br />Really well written. Absolutely beautiful.JShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09175270469444022789noreply@blogger.com