Silence

Late at night

When the thought and mind

Has run around the same topic

Man, many, times

I pray for silence,

inner silence of the mind

An option to be

Not only to think

Language of The Trees

We live in a noisy

World, everyone scream

Around you

Making big dramatic gestures

Meaning nothing or very little

To hear and see the miracle

Look down

Bend down

To the ground

Listen with your ear

To the ground

Learn the language of the trees

They will be your best

Friends

Silence

The night has its own silence

So quiet that

Almost nothing is heard

Only the distant

Noise of the heater

The mind space expands

We have to listen

To ourselves sometimes

Accept what we hear