What Isn’t Said

Sometimes it’s just that.
The breaths, pauses and silence
Speak louder than words.

Sometimes it’s the truth.
More details can be gathered
By what isn’t said.

Sometimes it can hurt.
Silent opportunities
Wasted by harsh words.

Sometimes it’s pure bliss.
The welcome sound of silence
On a busy day.

Being Zen

The water ripples
In a gentle soothing breeze
Time stands still for now

Attention wanders
Transfixed by the water’s flow
Free but connected

Petals dance gently
Aromatic pinks in view
Caress the senses

Magic swirls ahead
Golden daffodils appear
A moment of calm