Sounds (For Hune) Poem by Eric Cockrell
Sounds (For Hune)
heard,
without definition,
without concepts,
by ears stripped of fear.
in sacred nakedness,
rhyming,
the rhythm of breath...
footsteps to stillness,
and a silence,
that has no identity,
that is not owned,
that cannot be captured,
or held...
that just 'is'!
In every line...one feels the presence of the marvelous author! You're a master to read.To appreciate.Thank you
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4/24/2024 8:47:04 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A great poem, sometimes stillness and silence can be the best things in the world. A great write.