In the Monastery of the Heart

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These days,

when the news

everywhere

is bad,

when the endless

wrangling

of the Talking Heads

makes me shake

my own

befuddled head

at the

utter futility

of all those Words -

the completely unproductive

histrionics

that change nothing -

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 through

the wall of green cedar

outside my window.

I draw the sweet twitter

of junco,

the shrill cry of stellar jay,

into my being

like balm, 

tranquil counterpoint

to the silence

living in my soul.

Routinely,

I turn the noise

completely off,

(or never

turn it on),

and retreat

to the

sweet peace

of the monastery

of my heart.

for Sumana's prompt at Midweek Motif: Silence