Poetry: Finding Your Voice

Finding Your Voice

It is in the silence you find it,
in moments like this
when you walk past the fog,
high on the mountains,
and see it freeze on limbs,
a perfect outline of ice
against the forests,

where every perfect outline
is made clear,
when you see life in detail,

not in the cacophony of life
which is like a stormy wind,
blowing here and there,
where you hear the wind,
not what is within,

but here,
now,
in the silence,
and finally,
learn to sing life loudly,
when what you are
crystallizes.

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The picture was taken yesterday up on Pawlet Mountain in Rupert, VT, where the fog had frozen over the night, icing each twig and limb. You can click on it for a larger version.

Tom