Talking Heads Poem by Joe Bisicchia
Talking Heads
Rating: ★5.0
And the wildflowers
rise
to speak.
Maybe everything
speaks to everything,
simply by presence.
Harmony is silence,
and sound
even from the dark.
And the blend,
and presence again,
again, and again.
Breathe in the sharing
when we meet in light
again and again
as who we are
deep inside opens
all heaven and earth.
Published by The Avocet,2019
Monday, June 10, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: voice
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5/8/2024 1:33:11 AM # 1.0.0.1119
lovely written- Harmony is silence, and sound even from the dark