A Part of the Silence

“In order to see birds it is necessary to become a part of the silence.”― Robert Lynd

“…a new day was starting, the things of the garden were not concerned with our troubles. A blackbird ran across the rose-garden to the lawns in swift, short rushes, stopping now and again to stab at the earth with his yellow beak. A thrush, too, went about his business, and two stout, little wagtails, following one another, and a little cluster of twittering sparrows. A gull poised himself high in the air, silent and alone, and then spread his wings wide and swooped beyond the lawns to the woods and the Happy Valley. These things continued, our worries and anxieties had no power to alter them.”― Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca

May nothing come of this day
Nothing produced
Done
Completed
Checked off
Taken care of
Wide open fields
Slow walks with nowhere to go
Blank canvas to fill with presence and delight
Wandering
Exploring
Quietly observing
Doing can wait
Being more than enough
Become part of the silence
Where nothing transforms into everything

“All trees and birds
sky and stars
bosoms and bangles
were seeing everything.”― Suman Pokhrel