come from that
connect me to myself and
to the outside world?
The words that matter arise
from an inaccessible place
beyond the reach of will
and conscious mind.
They cannot be summoned up.
Only in peace and quiet
do they speak their names
softly into the attentive ear,
while the wind's eye
paints their portraits in color.
These are the words
for which I wait
each day.
--Sydney Eddison
[Photo of neighbor's pond in Wallingford, VT]
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