A Monastery of the Heart

[image from google]

Some days,

when the news

everywhere

is bad,

when the endless

talking and

talking and talking

of the Talking Heads

makes me shake

my own
befuddled head

at the

utter futility

of all those Words

and conjectures,

all the

completely unproductive

histrionics,

I turn the tv off.

I do not turn on

the radio.

I live in

the sweet silence

of No Words,

and No Sound,

save those of the breeze

blowing by,

the creak of

the porch swing,

and the sweet twitter

of the small

neighbourhood birds,

the pecking

of that darned

demented woodpecker

on the tin garage roof,

punctuating

the tranquil sound

of

silence.

Routinely,

I turn the noise

completely off,

(or never

turn it on),

and retreat

to the

sweet peace

of the monastery

in my heart.