I find my strength in quietness,

in waiting, observing, listening

to the voice of the One Great Spirit

as He speaks through wind in grass,

through cicadas in locust trees,

through falling yellow leaves of walnut trees

who find ending of summer too hot

and decide to shed their clothing.

He speaks to me through the salamander

black and yellow spotted, darting under mud

through algae floating in tiny green triads

and pears lying beneath their mother

through apples

crashing branches

flaunting their scent.

When I am invisible to men

inaudible to women

HE still speaks to me and something leaps within…

there is no greater sound.

*my computer is down so I’m reposting, via my phone, an old post that speaks my heart.