Absorbed in Silence

The door creaks, the window opens
to light and air and what waits.
Geese bark, otter slide into the sea
and I sit beside the water, aging like stone
into rough textured patience.
Quick as hummingbird,
bothersome as goose
I listen now and hear more deeply
the unsaid word, the long lost feeling,
the call of deep rooted trees
in sunlight and darkness.
I range like a swift, gather as a bee
tasting camas in its purple glow.
Absorbed in silence, I hook on
to the great chain of being
and quietly pass through the mystery.





10 Responses to “Absorbed in Silence”

  1. Eric Dunn says:

    So rich, so deep.

  2. Pichay says:

    Yep. Montana mountain flower offers its pollen to bee and Monarch in silent air, then swiftly yet gently a cloud blocks the sun, and wind arises from the west, and flower bends willingly…..all this in lively silence. Wonderful theme.

  3. Lloyd Meeker says:

    “… hook on / to the great chain of being…”
    I love that!

    Maybe we can only be pulled into the great mystery this way. Maybe trying to reach into it on our own power will never work.
    I can feel this is true, somehow.

  4. Anne Blaney says:

    So lovely, thank you.

  5. Gene G Latimer says:

    In feeling moved to capture a phrase from this, I realized that at least a half a dozen feel truly “worthy”. So many that it brought me to a stop. Lloyd highlights one…so I’ll accept the simplification and distillation and reference another one that I love:

    “hear more deeply
    the unsaid word, the long lost feeling”

  6. David Barnes says:

    Don – through the words of this exquisite poem, passing through that great mysterious doorway, I hear the Voice of Being sound in silence – awesome!

  7. Don,
    Terrific! Great “dismount.” Very imagistic, free of didacticisms or polemics.
    One of my favs, absolutely😇👍❤️

  8. Silence is a precious gift, no doubt about it…in this crazy, noisy world……

  9. PenDell Pittman says:

    Peace, Be Still… As I sit beside still waters, the creaking, bytimes, of the Door of my Soul is absorbed in ever-silent, yet ever-present Being that passes through the Mystery, revealed to me in its time. “Peace, Be Still”.

  10. Veronica Lim says:

    With aging comes the increasing experience of Being as opposed to Doing. Thank you, Don, for expressing this so beautifully.

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